RipTide
RipTide
Ahoy, matey!
Land, hoooo — oh, hold on. No, we are actually very far from land. The ship seems to be rising into the air at an alarming speed. Wait, thank sea gods! We’re approaching land again. And now we’re swinging back toward the sky. Our sea legs never prepared us for this, mateys! All hands on deck! Shiver me timbers! Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Yes, we are shouting pirate phrases in pure exhilaration and fear. Pirates get scared too, you know.
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