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“The body knows before the tide.”
Signature audition song
Instrumental and vocals play together. Both start at 100%; adjust each track independently and follow the lyrics below.
Moon on the rigging. Salt on my lips. I feel the ship move Under my hips. Rope on my shoulder. Heat in my hands. You want the ocean. I make it stand. Pretty captain, eyes up high. You keep looking for the sky. I keep counting every shake. I know what the water takes. You want thunder. I want this. You want glory. I want grip. You seek destiny. I can mast. Every wave begins With a slip. Ballast low. Canvas high. Move that body. Hold that line. Feel the pull. Feel the bite. Make it dangerous. Make it tight. Ballast low. Canvas high. Heart on fire. Hands don’t lie. She can dream. I can drive. Body knows Before the tide. Low, low, low. High, high, high. Body knows. Body knows. Low, low, low. High, high, high. Hold that line. Hold that line. Wet black timber. Gold brass mouth. Wind comes in And the sails go south. One loose knot And the whole thing screams. One bad touch And we drown our dreams. Mira, Mira, moon-drunk flame. Say the stars. I’ll say the name Of every nail and every scar That keeps your hunger where we are. Check the mast. Check the strain. Check the sky. Taste the rain. Brine in the bilge. Brine on the deck. Gold little grin With a hand on your neck. I am the girl with the rope-burn wrist. I am the reason the sea gets kissed. I am the bite in the captain’s plan. I make a myth out of what I can. Tie it twice. Pull it clean. Make the whole black ocean lean. Low. High. Hold. Line. Low. High. Hold. Line. Ballast low. Canvas high. Move that body. Hold that line. Feel the pull. Feel the bite. Make it dangerous. Make it tight. Ballast low. Canvas high. Heart on fire. Hands don’t lie. She can dream. I can drive. Body knows Before the tide.
Both tracks start at 100%. Lower either one to practice. Lyrics are shown without timed highlighting.
The character
Brine keeps dreams from becoming wreckage. A master of rope, weight, strain, and the moods of wood, she can feel a ship’s danger before anyone sees it. She is practical because she cares too much, physical because words arrive too late, and funny because fear is easier to carry when it laughs. Her bond with Mira is the anchor of the surface world.
Mira has been in the rigging for twenty-three minutes. She thinks I do not count. I count everything: knots, breaths, boards between her boots and the black water.
People call her brave because she looks up. Nobody calls the hands below brave for holding the rope.
The line burned my wrist tonight. Good. Pain tells the truth before captains do.
BrineBuild the silhouette
No prescribed face, hair, skin tone, or ethnicity. Bring yourself. Use these materials as character clues, not a uniform.
Optional visual reference
These AI-generated images are included only to communicate wardrobe, texture, and pirate-pop energy. They do not prescribe race, ethnicity, skin tone, body type, hair, or beauty. We are committed to hiring and collaborating with real performers of every background.
Bring your interpretation
Moon on the rigging. Salt on my lips. I feel the ship move Under my hips. Rope on my shoulder. Heat in my hands. You want the ocean. I make it stand. Pretty captain, eyes up high. You keep looking for the sky. I keep counting every shake. I know what the water takes. You want thunder. I want this. You want glory. I want grip. You seek destiny. I can mast. Every wave begins With a slip. Ballast low. Canvas high. Move that body. Hold that line. Feel the pull. Feel the bite. Make it dangerous. Make it tight. Ballast low. Canvas high. Heart on fire. Hands don’t lie. She can dream. I can drive. Body knows Before the tide. Low, low, low. High, high, high. Body knows. Body knows. Low, low, low. High, high, high. Hold that line. Hold that line. Wet black timber. Gold brass mouth. Wind comes in And the sails go south. One loose knot And the whole thing screams. One bad touch And we drown our dreams. Mira, Mira, moon-drunk flame. Say the stars. I’ll say the name Of every nail and every scar That keeps your hunger where we are. Check the mast. Check the strain. Check the sky. Taste the rain. Brine in the bilge. Brine on the deck. Gold little grin With a hand on your neck. I am the girl with the rope-burn wrist. I am the reason the sea gets kissed. I am the bite in the captain’s plan. I make a myth out of what I can. Tie it twice. Pull it clean. Make the whole black ocean lean. Low. High. Hold. Line. Low. High. Hold. Line. Ballast low. Canvas high. Move that body. Hold that line. Feel the pull. Feel the bite. Make it dangerous. Make it tight. Ballast low. Canvas high. Heart on fire. Hands don’t lie. She can dream. I can drive. Body knows Before the tide.