Deep in Alaska our ship was found under an icy mound of the Alaskan ground. I didn't know that it would be so damn cold.  I didn't pack my clothes, only my baby's bones. So we walked along. We walked along in the freezing cold. There were polar bears and we didn't know that the mud flats were so damn old.  We fell through the surface, and that's when we noticed a gathering of human beings. There, waiting patiently. On to the main land, and off with their heads.

Off we go, through the ice and the snow all day. Until the ship was found beneath an icy mound and there was a parade.  Together we dug out the boat and we road through endless tidal waves, scrapping the ocean floor and singing. "When we woke up in our beds in the morning I had a funny feeling that our map was gone." "Land Ho", the map was found the judges, the pirates, the neighbors were shouting out: "Off with their heads", "With our bare hands".

Swam to the shore and dug in the sand. Yeah. The sun came up over our dear heads. The trees were wet and we couldn't see them.  I took my clothes off, we were soaking wet. By the time they arrived, we had nothing left. Well thank god I left my children back. Now they're all dead and we are surrounded. They're biting holes out of my best friends throat, and I don't know where to go.  

They took off at the light of dawn, as if they would explode. I made my way back home and found out that it was gone.  

All my family lies in graves and my house has become a cave.