Race to Be King
Sailing the Frost: A Tale of Love, Loss, and the Race to Be King
Lyrics
We left our sweethearts
We departed from our loved ones.
And our wives along that pier
Left behind our sweethearts and wives on the pier.
"Cheer up", they said
Received encouragement, being told to cheer up, with the expectation of returning in six months.
"You'll soon return in half a year"
Assurance that the separation will be temporary.
So we sailed up north to reach the ice
Sailed northward to confront icy conditions.
We took full sails
Utilized full sails for the journey.
Each boat was manned with guns
Equipped boats with weapons and ropes for whale hunting.
And rope to hunt that whale
Prepared for the challenges of whaling.
We know, that we're fighting
Acknowledging the tough conditions they face in the freezing environment.
In this frost on our own
Fighting against the elements on their own.
And we'll see no sound
Expecting a lack of familiar sounds and sights.
Or sight of our homes
Acknowledging the absence of home comforts.
And our lovers will be
Believing that their lovers will patiently wait for their return.
Waiting there till spring
Anticipating a reunion in the spring.
It's a ramble and a race to be king
Describing the challenging and competitive journey to become a leader or king.
Race to be king
Reiterating the intense competition to achieve a position of prominence.
Now we've been sailing a league or three
Having sailed a considerable distance.
Till we glimpsed that shore
Spotting the shoreline after an extended journey.
The night was dark and won no hearts
The night was dark and did not bring joy or warmth.
So we stayed on board
Choosing to remain on the ship due to unfavorable conditions ashore.
There fired a shot along our deck
Experiencing an attack with a shot fired across the ship's deck.
And down one side
The shot damaged the mast and affected the ship's structure.
And it cracked our mast and swept in fast
Affecting the ship's mast and causing rapid deterioration.
Our bird she cried out
The ship's bird (possibly a metaphor for a lookout or signaling system) signaling distress.
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