I was going to catch some tasty tuna fishes, to fry in my mommy's special ghee,
My crew was huddled, in despair,
They knew a monster was out there,
They were all looking far beyond our small boat, for an island with a tall, protecting tree,
On that long day, we didn't catch a single fish, which foretold a success that would never be,
We paid the price of a days living lost, spent precious time with no profitability,
Then a low heart pounding sound came in with the dark, then a fog so icy, so icy cold,
Dark vapors were breathed in, and settled in the brain of each man, his death the vapors foretold,
Then came the first scream, then came the first holler, repeated on deck and below the plank floors,
The crew were terrified and ran from deck to deck, nailing shut all the windows and doors,
My crew had a premonition of their end in sight,
The crewmembers fell down dead from a heart seizing fright,
I was the only survivor, and I survived by greeting the monsters with my mighty snores.
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