Talk:S.S. Specter/@comment-7445410-20140111211308

Beware those cursed East-bound waters, serpent's wrath ye are sure to have follow.

Men of bravery, men of courage, all lost along that perilous path, now lay forever in eternal sorrow.

Your sails be swift and your rudders be true, the rigging strong and your bold sailors too.

Say your prayers whilst ye sail strait through, the beast's hunger comes from that brackish blue.

So say unto your unwitting crew; be merry on your final hours, kiss your lasses and drink your ales.

For when it comes for you and yours, the rigging dripping with the morning dew, or the brisque night wind blowing across the taught white sails.

Dead men are known... to tell no tales.