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This project is unofficial fan content and is not approved or endorsed in any way by Critical Role.

I’m a huge fan of Campaign 2 and the kind of character arc that feels earned: choosing who you are, not what someone (or something) tries to make you. This is my fan-made sea-tavern anthem tribute—an original shanty-style song about breaking chains, taking the helm, and finding your crew.

All lyrics are original, and the music is generated/produced with AI tools (Suno) for a rowdy fantasy tavern vibe. No official audio clips are used.

⚓🍺 To the crew. To the course. To choosing your own north.

Lyrics:

[Intro – spoken, over low drum]

There are captains born to crowns.
And captains born to choices.
This one learned the difference.

[Verse 1]

He learned the sea by listening, not by knowing all the charts,
By keeping quiet promises and borrowed, broken parts.
They gave him power wrapped in chains and called it “chosen fate,”
Said “Hold this blade, obey the voice, it’s far too late to wait.”
But every wave that carried him kept asking something more—
If strength is just obedience, what are you steering for?

[Pre-Chorus]

He stood between the thunder
And the hand that held the storm—
And learned a man’s not owned by what he’s sworn.

[Chorus – BIG, clap-stomp]

Oh raise a glass to the captain who quit the storm,
Who dropped the knife and faced the dawn.
No god owns the horizon line,
No voice decides what’s yours or mine.
He chose the wheel, he chose the crew,
He chose the man he’d rather be too—
So sing it loud till morning comes:
The captain lives by what he’s done.

[Verse 2]

He talks like someone measuring each word before it’s free,
Like silence taught him patience and the cost of certainty.
He’s led by asking “Are you with me?” not by barking orders loud,
And when he doubts, he doubts himself—never the people around.
He’s learned that strength can be a hand that lets the past unwind,
And leadership’s the courage just to leave some chains behind.

[Chorus]

Oh raise a glass to the captain who quit the storm,
Who dropped the knife and faced the dawn…
No god owns the horizon line,
No voice decides what’s yours or mine.
He chose the wheel, he chose the crew,
He chose the man he’d rather be too—
So sing it loud till morning comes:
The captain lives by what he’s done.

[Bridge – quieter, sea hush]

He still hears the thunder when the night is dark and long,
But now it fades beneath the sound
Of laughter, trust, and chosen bonds.
The sea respects a steady hand,
Not fear disguised as fate—
You don’t outrun the storm by kneeling…
You sail by choosing where.

[Verse 3 – build]

So here’s to scars that taught him how to stand and say “no more,”
To laying down a cursed blade and stepping onto shore.
To finding faith in living things, not whispers in the deep,
To knowing what you’ll die for—
And what you choose to keep.

[Final Chorus – EVERYONE]

Oh raise a glass to the captain who quit the storm,
Who dropped the knife and faced the dawn!
No god owns the horizon line,
No voice decides what’s yours or mine!
He chose the wheel, he chose the crew,
He chose the man he’d rather be too—
So sing it loud till morning comes:
The captain lives by what he’s done!

[Outro – shouted]

To the crew!
To the course!
To choosing your own north!