As moonlit keels cleave the shrouded tide, Frigid gusts convulse the rigging's spine, Singers, gnash your teeth to splintered flakes, and shriek the refrain, a mournful, gull-like shriek, while thrumming the corroded harp strings with flayed knuckles, as the 5ho2k phantom currents wrest the helmsman's wheel, and the ship's hull shudders, a gutted, hollowed thing, adrift, forsaken, in the dark, glacial swells.