A Siren song and a drunken refugee

 

'Twas a late September red sky morning on the day it all began 
Woke up to the song--It was overwhelming--with a bottle of rum in hand 
Up on deck the men were all a flutter trying to steer the ship to shore 
I knew right then that I would never save them, so I stumbled overboard... 
And sailed away... 

For what could have been hours but felt like days; I drifted out to sea 
The ship in pieces on the cold and rocky shore line; the sirens singing happily 
Clutching to my rum; my only friend now. It still keeps me company 
To forget the sight of my lost, and fallen comrades, I'll drink until I cannot see... 
And at least I'm free...  

Some heroes don't wear capes; they merely float off the coast of one |
Drinking rum and singing songs to counter the song that led their friends to their death, so

Please, don't rescue me. I've got the sea and plenty to drink. No, 
Please, don't rescue me. It's the only way I'll be free. No, 
Please, don't rescue me! I've got the sea and plenty to drink. No, 
Please, don't rescue me! It's the only way I'll be free...