The skipper ordered this vessel to ground along the darkest quagmire , visible to four-sided certain gunfire Running my flag up for all to see , this rusted , shot skewed hulking monstrosity Firing useless torpedos Screwy window's that open on submarines , This beached whale of wreckage having escaped the high seas , a ship of dreams exposed to its enemy , facing zero indemnity , scoffed at by her fellow sailors , doomed to failure* ...
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