Now reach the deep and see the dark blue depths. Wrestle with the spirits of the dear departed. In the locker of Davy Jones now lie my bones. Sand for my blanket and a stone for my pillow. The tide turned against my ship and into the drink I went, now lost at sea forever more. My widowed bride lost me to my mistress, when my mistress became angered that I had wed. So now with a starfish to keep me company, I hear her mournful tears as she adds salt to the sea, crying for her loss as my mistress howls in the winds that come from the soulless deep. Another lost sailor am I .