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Aye, Whitecap Bay.
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And every worthless seaman fears the name,
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and rightly so,
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though few know why or dare to ask.
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Be the stories true?
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Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs,
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or forever leave it to the wider fields of fancy.
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Mermaids, Captain.
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Aye. Mermaids.
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Sea ghouls, devil fish, dreadful in hunger for flesh of man.
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Mermaid waters, that be our path.
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Cling to your soul, Gibbs,