During a hevy storm in teh sees; one could walk on the walls and turn green.
The forebreak takes deep bows and the see washes the decks with a crash.
In Placid, this fo'c'sle is a miners essence and curse. Tha Folly is thar cees.
A storm is a brewin when you c me. The boyos too of course.
Plan to pay your respects tu teh counterparts on the way to thar placid locker.