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A surprisingly good material for catching the wind

It's the screaming, you see.

It makes old Grinner smile.

At least he's of some use

Nothing lengthens a smile like sixteen inches of cold steel

The hull remembers every bloodly sould it drings...

Surrender, or you'll be next!

Fearsome, as they fare

Slake his thirst and he'll steer you right

Good for keeping prisoners in place

Every prize taken yields new garbs!

If he'd fought back, he wouldn't be there, would he?

Hell can be seen from up here