"Oh, shouldn't take long. We're just looping to an untouched part of Bilgewater." Velisa replied.
"One for the Morning Glory!" Sarah suddenly yelled out.
"Two for the sweet brown brew!" The rest of the crew responded, suddenly breaking into a shanty. "Three for the man who'll stand his round. And four for the love of you, me girls! Four for the love of you!
"At the end of the day I like a couple drinks when I raise up my voice and sing." Sarah sang loudly. Her voice wasn't that good, but that didn't seem to matter to the crew. "An hour or two with the fine brown brew and Im ready for anything. At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, the landlords daughters fair. And every night when they turned out the light I would chase them up the stairs!"
The crew laughed.
"I got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe." Sarah continued, grinning. "And I thought no more of the sisters four though they cried to see me go. I sailed away on a ship, the Morning Glory was her name. We'd all fall down when the rum went round, then get up and drink again. I bore once more to my native shore, farewell to the raging main. The Cross Keys Inn, it was beckoning, with the rum to ease my pain. But there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee. There were three little girls and a ******* boy and they all looked just like me!"
Sarah and the crew laughed at this, spirits lifted.