The sky went black, the mast cracked, and every soul aboard knew they might not come back. But the crew of Kestrel Bay held fast through seven hours of tempest — Old Brennan catching a falling man, the whole crew pulling Doyle back from the ford, voices raw but never silent.
A rousing call-and-response shanty where the crowd becomes the crew, answering each verse with the defiant chorus: “NO, WE HELD THE LINE!” By dawn, scarred palms are raised. By the final verse, strangers have become shipmates.