Into the Tempest

Splashing, thrashing, wetly crashing rages the rolling sea, like a dying serpent swirled in waves of misery! Through stormy gales and black of night, these sailors from afar seek out the dim, faint, speckled glow of heaven's Compass Star. But howling, howling, madly scowling swells the deadly squall with spite and ire in its briny veins to damn them—damn them all! So far away from home and hearth their ship has sailed the seas; its men seen sights of boon wonders with deft and seafaring ease. Trapped by the foaming, deadly squall; the wrath of the ocean rocks their masts and strikes at their hull like Neptune’s winged griffon. Gnarling, gnarling, viciously snarling the squall’s stormy tempests strike and savagely beat at the ship’s wooden bow and breasts. Alas! Alas! All is now lost as soul after drowning soul lose hope, panic, and then perish with HMS The Merry Troll! The stormy tempests of the squall sink, swallow, and devour up all without rue or ruth: so scorn not the squall's wrathful power!