“Hoist the colors Let 'em fly! Let the cannons rip the sky! Raise your cutlass! Lift a glass! Fight the current till we die! Fortune's flame will never dim! Treasure stokes the fire within! Bring on hell or waters high! We will sail against the tide!” Odysseus chants to the crew, they all chant back, the storm was terrible

Eurylochus looks out into the distance “There's a chill on the water.. As the trail's getting hotter There's no taming the fire.. It's the burn that we crave!” He turns back to the crew “The storms keep on coming! Let it rain, don't mean nothing! Through the peril we're drumming! As we shout the refrain!..” The crew begin to chant again