The Captain screamed at them
"My Men hold strong, if we make it through this!
we can make it through anything!
Rage On till we are cast baron upon that isle
Then if we make to shore , we thus shall prevail"
Unfortunately the callus man cloaked in blood red knew that upon that
shore, more than a thousand clashes were to be had
stronger then these winds, colder then these waves.
"Curse your empty putrid if!" he cried
"I know no man can live with out his hope,
but I hope thy knows I see your cowardly deception"
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