C.Q.D.

S.O.S. we're in distress require immediate assistance. Come quick as you can tell your captain, Old Man and pardon my insistence. We're sinking fast our ship won't last despite our best resistance. But as long as she floats get ready your boats to salvage our existence. C.Q.D. please talk to me as it is, we aren't left much persistence.

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