With cannon-lock and sails aloft- this masthead rides, shore to shore.

“Captain, sir, thee winds shout a shivering scream!”

A fearful fight under swinging light-In search of treasures beyond the Mythman’s lore.

An ocean slower over Bermuda’s stream.

Voyages over the Sea of Spruce, vast! With shanty-shine and spirits divine!

Dusk falls under twilight glow.

“Captain, sir, the monster within is free at last!”

Winds howl with blind fury and ocean tumbles-with baseless cause—a nightmare—a typhoon.

A storm to bring with dread and might-lonely isles of wisdom past!

A challenge! A test among the best beckons under shadow moon.

And from fear drawn from frightful crew.

The Captain calls- “Hoist, steer, and loose!”

And as the storm rises with fists clenched; the Captain counters with pride and plunder-tried and true.

As the battle begins-in an ocean of isolation- across this Sea of Spruce.

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