Saturday, January 16, 2016

"The fog lay all around us that week. The shrouds flapped listlessly, the seas were anxious, full of unseen enemy eyes, and we crew grew pensive and dire until finally the captain bade us to break out the fiddles and the rum. And then we held us a merry dance there on the fo'c's'le, one to scare all the demons of war away."

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