Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

A song! Of course… what is right in trade may not have the form of a thing that can be touched. Njord smiled sheepishly, shaking the nerves and skepticism from his pelt. The seafarer eased into a more relaxed posture - singing was something he loved and could barter in abundance.

The seafarer chuckled, “ya ‘av asked tha right man.” He assured her, clearing his throat and humming to find the correct pitch. He began to sing in a low voice and moved closer to the pale Kukutux, pacing with a rhythmic one-two step.  

Farewell to Meares Island
Adieu Seawatch Hill
And the dear land of Heather
I bid you farewell
I'm bound off for Teekon
And ready to sail
In hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale

Farewell to my comrades
For a while we must part
And likewise the dear lass
Who first won my heart
The cold coast of Teekon
My love will not chill
And the longer my absence
More loving she'll feel

My path is well mapped
And I'm ready to sail
Myself, I am anxious
To follow the whale
Where the icebergs do float
And the stormy winds blow
Where the land and the ocean
Is covered with snow

Farewell to Meares Island
Adieu Seawatch Hill
And the dear land of Heather
I bid you farewell
I'm bound off for Teekon
And ready to sail
In hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale

Njord's voice waned as he completed his song, gaze falling to the seer.