A/N: A Shanty dedicated to the coming of Naomi's crew aboard her ship, The Dishonored.
Written from Shantyman Thaddeus's point of view.
Honor for All
A Harbormaster,
Asked by the pier,
"Is that yer ship I see?"
I sipped me flask,
And told him nay,
"Captain's twice as fierce as me!"
He closed up shop,
Said from behind the lock,
"Then he belongs out on the sea!"
We made for land,
Our pistols in hand,
"Ahoy! She go' where she please!"
We are the Dishonored crew,
Of us the lost and found!
What's honor worth,
In this town?
'Cause it ain't,
Worth shite,
In ours - lad!
A Smuggler lass,
I chased along lied,
"Me Captain's close behind!"
I laughed at 'er daft,
Slapped the knee,
Said, "Aye, and 'ere comes mine!"
She lost 'er piss,
And dropped 'er loot,
Then ran on down to hide!
I let 'er go and joined me mates,
And the tavern,
We would find!
We are the Dishonored crew,
The toiled and dutybound!
What gold in honor,
Has yer home found?
'Cause it ain't,
Worth shite,
In ours – lass!
A Skipper sod,
To our Captain asked,
"Avast, is it true what I hear?"
She downed 'er rum,
And warned the man,
"If yer no Templar, ye've nothing to fear!"
He drew his blade,
Called to his mates,
"Lads, McNamara is here!"
One by one the Templars fell,
And for our Captain,
Ireland cheered!
But the barmaid wept,
From 'er sobs she said,
"They'll take me fer all I have!"
One man remained,
Who our Captain claimed,
"The English will hang at last!"
As the folk poured in,
From the streets aloft,
Her question, she did shout;
"Was honor found,
When you took a bow,
Afront that wicked Crown?"
We severed his head,
Sold it instead,
It was worth more than honor,
In this - town!
The Dishonored brig,
With 'er cannons rigged,
She whispered unto me;
Bend no knees,
And serve no King,
As men and women freed.
Ye will fight at night,
To serve the light,
By the only Creed ye need.
She grew dangerous then,
With the anger of ten,
And roared through grizzly teeth;
Hoist anchor from the sands below,
Where bad men go -
Once they've crossed paths with me!
Douse the flames,
Of Hell with my waves,
And fill my sails with the steam!
Fear no demon in sight,
Templar nor Sprite,
Only the Captain of my seas!
For she plots in the Stern,
The day they will learn,
What honor truly means!
Yo-ho!
An Englishman,
Was bleedin' out,
Cried, "Ye dishonored fools!"
Our Captain filled his mouth with shot,
To cease his ridicule.
Pirates of old,
Assassins new,
The late Captain paid his dues.
We pillaged his ship,
Took back what was ours,
And a Helm of iron and jewels.
Now this is the tale,
Of the Dishonored crew,
To whom the world was cruel!
Ahoy!
We fight for ye and carry out,
Under the watch of our sea hound!
We fly no colors,
And take no vows,
'Cause freedom is honor,
In our – town!
Freedom is honor,
In our – town!
Freedom is honor,
In our – town!
A/N:
This describes the collection of information leading up to the finding of the HMS Zealand, the ship that Captain Abbey used to hunt Assassins. He was also an officer of the Royal Navy during the British Occupation of Ireland.
Each passage speaks of the fear the Irish citizens have towards Naomi and her crew. The crew then persuades them to give them helpful information towards tracking Abbey and his ship. Eventually, they find a British Skipper in a Tavern, and a fight breaks out. This leads to the Assassins discovering that they're actually working for the Templars, and eventually to the location of the HMS Zealand.