There's always a song being sung around camp.. but where it's coming from nobody asks, They always pin it out to a GoldToothed Grin.. But nobody knows his real identity or even who he is.. but everyone knows his crimes and his voice

The music isn't stopping today however.. now you've seen him, He's leaning against a tree with his hands tapping his thighs as he's singing the old sea shanty 'leave her Johnny'

"I thought I heard the old man say.. 'Leave her Johnny, leave her' it's a long hard pull to the next pay day and it's time for us to leave her, Oh leave her Johnny leave her oh leave her johnny leave her for the voyage is done and the winds don't blow and it's time for us to leave her.." He sings with a thick Southern Drawl and a head rested on the tree