Oh the wind was high and the moon was low, When the five set sail from the port below, Red boots, gold rings, and a map half-torn, With a laugh like thunder and blades well-worn. Heave ho, let the sea gods know, Five bells ring where the wild winds blow. Raise the flag, let the storm clouds ride, We’re the sisters of salt and tide. First was Nell with a scar and a grin, Could drink a storm and still win. Second was Bree with a voice like flame, She sang to whales and cursed by name. Third was Jo with a compass soul, Could find lost ships or buried gold. Fourth was Kit with a blade so fast, She danced through fights like a shadow cast. Fifth was Mae with a book of spells, She spoke to stars and rang ship’s bells. Heave ho, let the sea gods know, Five bells ring where the wild winds blow. Raise the flag, let the storm clouds ride, We’re the sisters of salt and tide. They stole no hearts, but they broke a few, Left kings adrift and captains blue. From reef to wreck, from dusk to dawn, Their legend sails forever on. Heave ho, let the sea gods know, Five bells ring where the wild winds blow. Raise the flag, let the storm clouds ride, We’re the sisters of salt and tide.
