The seas were angry that day (ok, it was pretty damn calm) as Nils
came face to face with the great white boat. We seemed to have
angered the beast, and a great bellow thundered from its maw as we
passed across its bow. It idled in the water, taunting us to come
closer - we were blocking the path to its lair. Another vessel
appeared to starboard, barrelling down on us. Tension filled the air
as our fearless captain charged forward, deftly navigating the
treacherous water, steadied only by his wits and the promise of Mount
Gay Rum when his watch ended.
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