Another talent night had come, and this time it was Tom's turn to be the token senior staff member, since Harry was in a spell of musician's block, and couldn't seem to come up with anything. He wasn't that worried, though. He had found the perfect song a few weeks ago, from the 20th century, no less. It actually described him pretty well, and he knew a few people would be laughing at a couple of the lines.

It was his turn. It took him a moment to find his mark, then cued the music. He could see B'Elanna grin as the music began, she knew what was coming. Then it was time for the lyrics.

As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.

Yeah, this song really did fit him. He had doffed an imaginary cap at the captain on the third line, and she had grinned. He was glad. She was, of course, sitting with Chakotay, so she would had grinned at nearly anything, but still....

As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles

Tom had seen more than a few grins on that last line. The adreneline was beginning to flow, he loved preforming.

Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

The last lines seemed to be good for laughs, he had seen a few more grins.

Now way in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border

He doffed the hat that wasn't there at Neelix, this time. Nearly everyone was grinning by this time.

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

B'Elanna, not knowing much of Earth's geography, didn't really get it when he grinned at her during that verse, but he was perfectly happy to explain later.

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings
It's the son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer, a theif or a banker

But the son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my condition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

He grinned at the swelling applause, flourished a bow, and ran offstage. It was a good night, and a good crowd, and he was in a rare mood. But such was the life of a sailor!