Not far from the Norwegian coast. We're preparing to anchor the day after in the morning but not before an evening drinking rum. The night will be cold on the iced sea. Swell waves lulls us into a quiet future. And a bottle of rum straight in the throat. Its sweet nectar filled me with happiness, yet the nightmare begins. That drink has been made by mermaids. Why this vision of horror in my head? Why this sudden urge to scream? What the fuck did I drink? MAELSTROM! Quarter master to the helm! Crew, to your posts! This is not the time to visit the abyss. What an horrible feeling in my stomach. I'm a pirate, I'm not afraid of anything. This rum tears my body apart. Am I dreaming or not? Wake me up! What is this shitty rum? Makes me puke. I have a maelstrom in the guts. These mermaids will taste my sword. Rotten fish.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
