Dogberry rowed, using his strokes to mark time in the song he sang.
He left Dhemgeim sleeping on the beach in their palm frond shelter, and borrowed the boat from a local fisherman after procuring a few precious items. A bottle of rum. A bouqet of roses. A basket, some rope, and a heavy rock.
He rowed with solemn purpose from the beach of Costa del Sol, where he lived for so long, and made his way to a point that he seemed to know well. He looked to his items. The rum and the roses were in the basket with rocks, tied tightly shut.
A seagull landed on his boat, and he regarded it with a nod. Good luck, he thought. A blessing for his task. He prayed the bird would hear his message, and carry his words off where they needed to go.
He stopped rowing. He had reached his destination, and the seagull watched him pick up the basket and place it gently in the water. It quickly sank down below. Dogberry looked to the Seagull, and said "Take this out to Laughing Bird. Tell her I will do right by our son. Tell her that she's still my lady. Thank her for me, and apologize. I've been told I'm a crack-knobbed looby. I'm sure she'll agree."
Dogberry thought for a moment that the seagull had a look of recognition, maybe even sympathy in its eye. The gull flew away, and Dogberry took to rowing back to Costa del Sol, the song coming back to him.
"Oh love is kind to the least of men
E awa, E awa
Though he be but a drunken tar
E awa, awa"
E awa, E awa
Though he be but a drunken tar
E awa, awa"
He left Dhemgeim sleeping on the beach in their palm frond shelter, and borrowed the boat from a local fisherman after procuring a few precious items. A bottle of rum. A bouqet of roses. A basket, some rope, and a heavy rock.
"Far from man and the sight of land
E awa, E awa
Oh, who will love the sailor man?
E awa, awa"
E awa, E awa
Oh, who will love the sailor man?
E awa, awa"
He rowed with solemn purpose from the beach of Costa del Sol, where he lived for so long, and made his way to a point that he seemed to know well. He looked to his items. The rum and the roses were in the basket with rocks, tied tightly shut.
"Take me to that star eyed maid
E awa, E awa
I was happy with her laid
E awa, awa"
E awa, E awa
I was happy with her laid
E awa, awa"
A seagull landed on his boat, and he regarded it with a nod. Good luck, he thought. A blessing for his task. He prayed the bird would hear his message, and carry his words off where they needed to go.
"In the comfort of her bed
E awa, E awa
Oh let me lie until I'm dead
E awa, awa"
E awa, E awa
Oh let me lie until I'm dead
E awa, awa"
He stopped rowing. He had reached his destination, and the seagull watched him pick up the basket and place it gently in the water. It quickly sank down below. Dogberry looked to the Seagull, and said "Take this out to Laughing Bird. Tell her I will do right by our son. Tell her that she's still my lady. Thank her for me, and apologize. I've been told I'm a crack-knobbed looby. I'm sure she'll agree."
Dogberry thought for a moment that the seagull had a look of recognition, maybe even sympathy in its eye. The gull flew away, and Dogberry took to rowing back to Costa del Sol, the song coming back to him.
"Oh love is kind to the least of men
E awa, E awa
Though he be but a drunken tar
E awa, awa"
E awa, E awa
Though he be but a drunken tar
E awa, awa"
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No Gods and Precious Few Heroes
