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There you can find out about the world of The Western-Elves and the adventures of the spirit-hero, Silver.
This too is a work-in-progress and may be added to over the course of time so remember to go back every so often. Soon Steve hopes to have the entire saga published to the net, so look out for that.
A harsh wind grows
And all is not well at sea.
The shipping lane
Bears evil�s bane
As we sing this old chantey.
Clouds gather
Beyond the blather
Of the sea-folk�s gentle song.
It is in a cloud
That an evil shroud
Grows both wide and long.
It descends below
With a gusty blow
And sets a ship asunder.
But hark, what this?
Beyond the mist
It looks like Blue Thunder.
That�s its name,
The ship of fame
And here is its long-told tale:
It stood high,
Its decks lay dry,
Even against the cold, wet gale.
Another ship
Wouldn�t survive the trip
But for us to sing of it today
The ship came through,
Our thunderous Blue�,
Though bore some damage on the way.
One wave lashed,
Another splashed
And wet the captain through.
Though panic not,
You doubting lot,
For never there was a finer crew!
All drenched to the bone
And dreaming of home
These sailors bore the winds bite.
They hoisted the sail
For came a west-gale
As day soon turned into night.
Thinking it ended
The men when and sended
A cheer into the night air,
But knew they not
Of the evil plot
Being conceived way �out there�.
A huge wave swept
And up the ship leapt,
Above the rough, dark sea.
Down it crashed,
Its masts now smashed
Which started the death-count at three.
Twenty there be
When the ship went to sea
But seventeen there now seemed.
Even this crew
Had lost a few
Which never they would have dreamed!
And this time save
But fifteen did die.
To save their friends
From their watery ends
All the men did cry,
�Ahoy there fellows�
As the captain bellows
�Leave be and save yer own hide!�
Now captain Japp
Was a logical chap
And so accepted his men had died,
Though even he
Felt empty
From the brave lads he couldn�t save.
The ship got tossed
And four more he lost
When swept out by another huge wave.
Eleven were left
And all stood bereft,
But one man who threw himself in!
Now there were ten
Of these fine men,
That�s ten less they did bargain.
The end seemed neigh,
When Jaikop did spy
A patch of sky which stayed clear.
�Look sir, a gap�
Said he to Japp,
So towards it the captain did steer.
The water was calm
To Japp�s alarm
Though he thanked his beloved star.
So there they sat,
Said this and that,
And dreamed of home afar.
Though legends tell
Of an evil spell
That turns calm into a storm,
Though all the same
Every bane
Let�s pockets of hope to form.
For the sea does live
So never shall give
Itself entirely to evil�s way.
It is life�s wonder
That saw Blue Thunder
In such a predicament this day.
For now they could see
The ship�s enemy,
It was a huge sea-beast;
Its eyes all bulging
And mouth indulging
It�s hunger with this feast.
�There it can wait�
Said Jaikop the mate,
Having some knowledge of such creatures,
�It won�t come near
To this patch of clear
For such is one of a monster�s features
It its evil home
And cannot touch anything pure�.
True was he
For this patch of sea
Was home to a spirit for sure!
So invoke it they did
While the monster hid
To tell it of their peril.
A blue mist rose
Which stopped, then froze
To form the figure of Paparill,
The spirit of yore
Whom since the Great Thaw
Has lived way out to sea.
An elf-friend he is
For the land that was his,
He gave away to we.
�Look after my land�
Was Paparill�s command
�And I shall be your friend�.
So that, we will
Right up until
It is the Western-Elves� end.
But that�s not this hour
So with all his power
He froze the sea and ship.
The beast swam deep
To avoid the creep
Of the ice�s sheer, cold grip.
Elves of the West
Love cold the best
And felt not the ice�s bite,
But needing a kip
Paparill took the ship
And pushed it with all his might.
The crew did cry
A quick goodbye,
So away Blue Thunder flew
But the ship slid fast
And the broken mast
Was clung to by the crew.
It was not long
Before the song
Of the shore could be heard.
So as the ice melts
And the rain still pelts
At least the crew now dared
To get out the oars
And sit on their sores
To row like lightning�s wonder;
For this is the ten,
The finest of men,
Who brought home the Blue Thunder!