A propper Queen

A curiosity to find her in such an unlikely place...And with sails still healthy and taut in the wind, no less. An old dog of a boat, grizzled from decades of adventuring. Its hull, though eaten away for years by salty seawater, can still hold cargo and men. Its deck creaks as the gale beats at it but a question remains...

He runs his fingers along the deck rails and wonders how this boat ended up here. It was a fortunate accident that he'd stumbled upon it but now just walks circles around it; wondering at how it came to be here. He passes by the starboard side once more and notices that the vegetation had overgrown it. A few moments of work clear the greedy plants away and he steps back to read her name. "The Last Sea Shanty. Hmmm..." He sits down among the greenery and the images come at him, rushing like a storm.

A maelstrom comes to pay its respects by granting her a final trial. The skies crash against the sea, a gray torrent tumbling down from black clouds. It seems as the deeps might swallow the world, but she holds still. Through the twisting walls of seawater, she holds. Despite being torn at from a million different directions, she holds. And just when it would seem to be too much, the seas finally relent. A final image grips him, one of The Last Sea Shanty, carried by titanic waves onto a field of daisies for its final rest. A worthy bier for a proper queen.