....Posiden hisself did she rise. A veritable vision. Some say she comes from down under, a visitor to these cold waters of the North Atlantic, only murmmered about by sailors gone south and those gone south. A vision and a scourge. For if the crew, these many months at sea, were to bathe in her emination, all would be lost. The comfort of the safe leads lesser men to abort their duty.

Cry forth vision ! and reach those fishers that the faint warn does not reach. Aide us in our trouble. Bring these stout hearts to the shore once again. And tell not Big Mick, for he would be pissed and beat my shell upon the rocks. Ye gots a nice r*** for a mermaid !