On the way to Rome
the winds were against us
and we shoulda set for Crete
and stayed a piece
Aristarchus from Thessalonica
was with us
bet he knew our people there
No good bein' a prisoner
when the sea and the wind burp and howl
against our wayward ways
The centurion had a fool plan
that had us doggin' on toward the big city
but he was a fool
Get us killed is what would happen in this weather
Right on past Crete
in the wintry weather violent and all a fuss
Fortnight later, well past old Crete now
I told 'em
stay on this ship
if you want to live
and they did
and we did
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