I plant my feet on high seas, my wings flex and keep me steady.

I am here as a sign, some sailors survived some sailors off line.

Storm clouds like ink, and in this weather ships sink.

The Bering Sea Hunt for crab, the world's deadliest job can be sad.

Crab boat unkempt
No sails windswept

Men overboard the captain cried, he could do nothing as he...