The Lost Jewel of the Eighth Sea

Tim: Onwards we trudge up this mountainside
Our legs are weary but our hopes renewed
Bound now by our shared confession
Bound now as we breathe as one
Our original goal lies directly above
I see its glow, cresting the cliffs
On the last staircase I channel my will
And stop dead at the beauty in front of me

Chester: This is all I’ve dreamed of and this is more than imagined
Oh, its beauty, look how it glows
Radiates pure light, sat on the top of its pedestal
Seems so right

Tim: We’ve come all this way
We can’t turn back now

Chester: What if it’s guarded by some divine force?
We’d better return and replot our course

Tim: We have face plenty, what’s one more fight?
Take the jewel, and what is lost?

Both: This is our chance to free ourselves from the captain
This is our chance, for our own new lives
Is there a point to return without it?

Chester: Is there?