The Ballad of the Juni B

They say she weren’t much to look at, just a shadow in the sky

No banners flew above her, no thunder rolling by

But whispers passed through taverns, low and urgently—

“Keep your voice down, friend… she’s the Juni B”

The dragons ruled the heavens, their fire could blind the dawn

Their servants watched the borders from dusk till early morn

But something slipped between them, unseen and running free

A ghost without a footprint—just the little Juni B

Oh the Juni B, the Juni B, the ship they couldn’t see

Slipped through claws and firelight like a rumor on the breeze

No cannon roar, no warning cry, just silence on the sea

With Captain Kevin Adore at the helm of Juni B

Andrew heard the stories told by soldiers half-alive

Of a ship that found you broken and still got you out alive

He tracked her through the rumors, but every trail would be

Gone cold and lost to shadow… like the Juni B

Now Isolde watched the maps with a cold and careful eye

Where her lines stood unbroken… still something slipped them by

“No craft escapes my dominion, no ghost defies me—

Find what walks my skies unseen… this thing called Juni B”

A whisper reached her council from a burned and shaken crew

“Some lights ain’t born of dragonfire… not yours and not ours too

There’s older things than all of us, older than the sea—

What if it ain’t a ship at all… but something meant to be?”

“The Children died in ages past,” she said, her voice still strong

But later in the dark alone… she wondered if they’re wrong

And in her private charts that night, where none but her could see

She marked a silent, careful sign… beside the Juni B

The lesser brood grew restless, they whispered in their fear

“Something hunts the hunters… something’s moving here”

They circled wide in darkness where they dared not be

For even monsters feared the path… of the Juni B

Fire can’t burn a ghost, and claws can’t catch the breeze

And somewhere in the silence… sailed the Juni B

Oh the Juni B, the Juni B, the ship they couldn’t see

A legend stitched in twilight, a whisper on the breeze

No cannon roar, no warning cry, just shadows running free

And Captain Kevin Adore—still sails the Juni B