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In the age of electricity and oil, my tugboat ploughs through waveless liquid soil |
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Cruising at thirteen knots on pitch black sea. |
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There's a strange object on the radars in front of me. Still nothing I can see. |
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Just an open dreary sea... |
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Several attempts to contact that what appeared to be the size of a ship. |
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No response 'till I receive transmissions of hostile nature. |
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These voices cursing my goddamn name. |
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Hell, is this witchcraft or am I insane? |
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All of a sudden a dark silhouette ascends through godlike mist. |
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While it comes closer, I recognize the image of an old deserted ship. |
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I am aghast at the sight of a derelict vessel sailing this awkward night, |
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Appearing like a black floating cadaver. |
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There's not one single man aboard. |
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Her torn sails cloaking her like a cobwebbed widow, |
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Posing against this sad nightmarish horizon. |
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The temperature suddenly dropped. |
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My great-grandfather's clock, just ticking, now stopped. |
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I am smothered by a sudden shroud of fear. |
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For there's a ghost ship 'pon a funereal quest. |
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With a black bird circling hypnotic around its rocking empty crow's nest. |
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Fortunately this atrocious mystery sets sail away from me. |
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Some sailors claim other seamen beheld such sights. |
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Most died weird deaths during fog-clad days and nights. |
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The ship vanished as suddenly as it appeared. |
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Should I feel fear? Was it even there? |
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