This part of the story is called (double) happyness [sic]

Sail Away, Sail Away, Sail Away

From the North to the South, Ebudae into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the land I've never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.

We can sail, we can sail... with the Orinoco flow
We can sail, we can sail...
Sail away, sail away, sail away.

Abandoned? There's no sign of 'em. Maybe it's time to pull up anchor, cut the ties, greet new shipmates. And... sail away, sail away, sail away.