"Oh how far we've sailed! Will you lend me your embrace my dearest while I do the natural labour, the good old breathing until I am put to rest. " cried young Valarie, wasted of sickness with her child by her side.

Nothing was surreal in the broad of this real of this fantasy of an adventure were in.
In a terrible fate we were in.
Yet they asked him, the writer of their tale, the master of our fate, the captain to keep going.

Oh Captain, our captain to you we hail.
For you guide our trail, you...