"WHALES could be here" he thought. "i've never sailed these seas before. WHALES could be anywhere" The salty breeze felt good aganist his peg leg. "I HATE WHALES", he thought to himself. The sailos's sea shanties reverberated throughout his entire ship, making it vibrate even as the cheap grog circulated through his thick Yankee veins and washed away his (merited) fear of getting capsized by some leviathan of the deep "With a ship, you can sail anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud, to no one in particular
Finasty
Imagine get eaten by whale