I've brought you a boy braided in hide, the heart of a she-demon hidden inside.
He climbed on the Sotern one May afternoon and hid in my skiff til middle of June.
Later we heard of the tempest-woman who searched the docks with a frightful coven
shreiking for her little, her child of leather, the boy who held her soul together.
Son, keep him safe, keep his limbs tightly bound, for this is the magic I have found.
If the boy rides high, safe and dry, the witch grants you ever-smooth seas and blue sky.
Ignore the whimpers, adventure awaits.