02-10-2017, 11:22 PM
With a tired smile and a contented sigh, Swiggins runs his free hand through his hair before watching the candles upon the small boats. His ragged voice seems to break through lightly.
"~Upon the depths may they rest,
Within the seas o' so pure.
Their soul be adventuring,
With visions o' grandeur.
Into the locker their path does now lay,
A drink with the ol' Jones and it's their turn to pay.~"
He chuckles a few moments enjoying the sounds of the sea and watching the small ceremony with a smile.
"~Upon the depths may they rest,
Within the seas o' so pure.
Their soul be adventuring,
With visions o' grandeur.
Into the locker their path does now lay,
A drink with the ol' Jones and it's their turn to pay.~"
He chuckles a few moments enjoying the sounds of the sea and watching the small ceremony with a smile.
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)