Expedition Open The Urk Expedition: A Sendoff For Sailors

Silvertongue nodded somberly, and he began to pluck at his lute, letting the notes flow out into the open air. He cleared his throat and began to recite the memorial hymn.

"Kind friends and the companions come join me in rhyme,
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine.
Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain,
For we may or might never all meet here again..."
 
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