She was laughing and singing at the terrible sky like a mad filly. The terror struck me strong, and I was frozen to the deck, the whole ship listing as our own sails tore themselves asunder, but our dear captain would have none of it. She shouted, “Heck to the Mare, If she wants to ride we’ll keep her high and dry till she roast like the other fish!” We toiled away to the fillies strange music, minding her only glances under the watchful captain’s eye.
Blood vessel? No?
I’ll go sit in the corner.
wut?
*blood
*Vessel
*Ship.