I've never been the type to travel on the sea without at least a pint to keep me company never in my dreams did I imagine that a vessel of this nature existed for our pleasure, it's so hard to believe that we will embark and to sail the open seas all the while we will be accompanied by a sense of well-being and a million lagers
Sail away on this ship of beers
The sea is getting rough, but we're oblivious to the danger of the savage force of this tremendous raging beast, we're lying down below and dreaming of the land where the trees are shaped like cans and we're wholly confident of this craft and our inevitable descent along with the crew and captain I suspect are sinking down into a drunken stupor.
Sail away
Something must be wrong the sea is very angry now it won't be long 'till Davy Jones can claim me - hopefully he'll fell like a cleansing ale after all he's only human.