Fer th'record. It's been 360 S\/\/\/\/eeps o' Hatred from me. Three hundred an' sixty s\/\/\/\/eeps spent sharpenin' e\/\/ery glance int0 a harpoon p0int. E\/\/ery \/\/\/\/0rd into a hook. I \/\/\/\/0re pitch like arm0r plated to th'bones. Easier t'keep the sea churnin' black than risk driftin' close en0ugh t'feel \/\/\/\/armth from another hull. Recent e\/\/ents ha\/\/e forced me t'rec0nsider this. A captain gro\/\/\/\/s tired 0' hearin' only th'echo o' his 0\/\/\/\/n b0ots 0n \/\/\/\/et decks. E\/\/en th'most \/\/ici0us beast 0' th'deep rises fer air e\/\/entually. Fer c0mpany. Fer pr0of there be s0methin' 0ut there besides endless dark \/\/\/\/ater an' c0rpses floatin' belly-up in its \/\/\/\/ake. No\/\/\/\/adays, I'\/\/e decided t'0pen my flush quadrant. Just a bit. See \/\/\/\/hat it catches. N0 promises 0' s0ftness. N0 declarati0ns car\/\/ed in c0ral. Just a crack in th'hull. Just en0ugh fer light t'slip through. 0r teeth.