I don’t need sleeves to make a scene, I simply flip and change my sheen. I promise warmth, then sell you cold; my loyalty’s already sold.

Arr, a tune that stirs the breeze, where salty tales meet the seas. Echoes from the sailor's chest, a hearty song that ne'er lets ye rest!

I ruled the land, the sky, and water, My history was a glorious chapter, My reign was long, a world of terror, now remains kins with feathers.

One of gold. One of wood. One holds the stones, One weathers the flood.

In the night sky, a cluster bright, sisters sparkling in celestial light. Born of myth and ancient lore, a stellar gathering to adore. What am I, among the stars, guiding sailors from afar?