with audio by Jordon Hodges
From the dark Sea-Serpent Seas to the coves of Mare’s Tail
A braver crew of explorers has never set sail
Minstrels from Harpy Rock to the Edge Territories
All called them ‘The Misfits’ when they sang their stories
There was Bunsen the scientist, up early each day
Exploring new plants was his personal forte
Brock: the strongman; his loyalty he often proved
His job was to move things when they needed moved
Serge: a martial arts master who’d never lost a single bout
Who always came in handy when there were pirates about
Starling: the magic voodoo priestess from the Isle of Drue
You say you doubt her powers? She can prove them to you
Think of any number you’d like with three digits the same
Add the digits together then loudly proclaim…
That number divided back into the first (what a bore)
But your new number’s thirty-seven –question Starling no more
There was Ragtagson the skill-less, who’d joined up on a whim
(He simply fit in nowhere else; so the crew welcomed him)
And Bullseye: The archer, who just once thought he might have been outshot
(It turned out to be his own arrow that he’d shot then forgot)
And the bravest explorer of all, Captain Cutlass they call her
Great leader, fearless fighter, a lady and a scholar
But the mood was quite somber on the Misfits’ ship that day
Nobody breathing a word as they pulled into Grog Bay
They’d explored the whole globe! And were now back where they’d started!
Those moldy docks of Grog Bay; the very place they’d departed!
But it was Starling the priestess with a trick up her sleeve
A spell that would remove their reason to grieve
With a few magic words and some levitation powder
Their ship lifted from the water (I warned you not to doubt her)
Up into the stars and so far past the sun!
Their adventure wasn’t over, it had just begun.