so as the waves of anguish and grief throw my vessel upon the jutting rocks over and over again with their seemingly relentless torment, this captain (and overall brains of the ship) must utilize his lightning-quick responses and leap into action. should he salvage what's left and face the angry sea of guilt and dread, its content swimming with the meandering monsters of remorse, sorrow, and regret? Should our all-knowing all-seeing conquistador overcome his fears of death and disfiguring dismemberment to ride those torrent creatures into the sunset, only so ready to face the next swath of horrid torture the gods decide to decend upon our hero? Or should he simply take the reigns of this beastly bitch of a boat and ram her evil black heart into the razor-sharp masses that every seafarer spills stories about, letting it's fluid overflow into the black body she rests within?
