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| description = '''Shanties for the Bitch Queen''' is a common [[Books|Book]]. It is a collection of shanties written by an unknown author.
| description = '''Shanties for the Bitch Queen''' is a common [[Books|Book]]. It is a collection of shanties written by an unknown author.
| quote = A salt-stained collection of sea shanties meant to honour Umberlee, goddess of the sea.
| quote = A salt-stained collection of sea shanties meant to honour Umberlee, goddess of the sea.
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She told us so!
She told us so!
| where to find = * Can be found on a ruined dock the in the {{Coords|304|269|Ravaged Beach}}, to the north of the crash site.
| where to find = * Ruined dock on the {{Coords|304|269|Ravaged Beach}}, north of the crash site
* Sold by [[Nansi Gretta]].
* Sold by [[Nansi Gretta]]
* [[Stormshore Tabernacle]] {{coords|116|-13}}
| type = Books
| type = Books
| rarity = common
| rarity = common

Revision as of 02:35, 10 December 2023

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Shanties for the Bitch Queen is a common Book. It is a collection of shanties written by an unknown author.

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A salt-stained collection of sea shanties meant to honour Umberlee, goddess of the sea.

Properties

  • Books
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_GEN_Gods_SeaBitchShanty


Where to find

Text

And we all row!

With the spray upon our necks,

And we all row! With the spray upon our backs

And we all row! With the sea beneath our feet,

And the Bitch Queen stays the storm.


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Wavemother, wavemother,

Lash us to the prow.

Wavemother, wavemother,

We ask to sail your skirt

if you allow.

Wavemother, wavemother,

Sink us if you will.

Wavemother, wavemother,

Our skulls are yours

With brine and sand to fill.


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Souls aweigh and anchors still!

The wind won't move

Without the Bitch Queen's will!

We'll wait gladly, years and days

Till the Bitch Queen brings the waves!

Hey! Ho!

She told us so!

Hey! Ho!

She told us so!