Searching for the Lighthouse beacons upon Gondor’s white southern shore,
the mariners from Dol Amroth sought the harbor such as those who sailed before.
These men were tall, sea worn, and strong, relations to the ancient Kings of Numenor,
they held back the Corsair threat and gathered the seas bounty within their store.
Full sails of blue and white carried them upon Ulmo’s seas, the Swan head to the fore,
within their hearts there burned a desire to sail as the Vingilot to Valinor.
But as sons of sailors always do, they hoped for safe harbor and home, forever more.