
Ye may tink dat is all jus make believe,
Bu' dese tricks o' de mine a' times be more real dan de
very groun ye be standin on…
And wit a wicked grin
de waves
will sing ye back in...
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De 'art o' de sea be me... a wile soul 'idden by a mos' deceivin' body...
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De ocean seems too big a brew for even ye pot...
Ye better 'ad heed de advise given ye, even if 'tis hard t' understand. Tis not even a fair fight when 'tis yer sword against me whit. Just ye remember by whose power ye were brought back... Despair only be feedin' de curse. Acceptin' yer circumstances be de only way t' free ye o' it...
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