T'think that s-o-o-me o' ye c-o-o-nsider th'likes o' a tr-o-o-ll m'age unable t-o-o- grasp th'idea o' #c\/\/\/\/-mental-health. \/\/\/\/e call it the doldrums. I'\/\/e been in it b'fore. Naut th'-o-o-nes ye find sittin' beneath a dead sky \/\/\/\/ith e\/\/ery scrap -o-o-'can\/\/as hangin' limp from th'masts, th-o-o-ugh I supp-o-o-se there ain't much difference. N-o-o- \/\/\/\/ind. N-o-o- current \/\/\/\/-o-o-rth mentionin'. Nothin' particularly \/\/\/\/rong \/\/\/\/ith th'\/\/essel. Plenty -o-o-'pro\/\/isions. Hull's s-o-o-und. Cre\/\/\/\/'s breathin'. C-o-o-mpass still p-o-o-ints \/\/\/\/here it's meant to. Still d-o-o-n't feel like \/\/\/\/e're g-o-o-in' any\/\/\/\/here. It's a pr-o-o-per malaise most -o-o-' ye cannae or cho-o-o-se n-o-o-t t'understand. There's n-o-o-t al\/\/\/\/ays a great st-o-o-rm behind it. Can't p-o-o-int t'a catastr-o-o-phe an' say eye. There. That's \/\/\/\/hat st-o-o-\/\/e th'hull in. Sometimes there ain't -o-o-ne. S-o-o-metimes ye \/\/\/\/ake up an th'sea is flat as th'oak yer sleepin' on. Ye eat because it's time t'eat. Ye drink because th'bottle's there. Ye gi\/\/e orders. Ye sharpen yer blade. Ye ans\/\/\/\/er people \/\/\/\/hen they speak t'ye. Might e\/\/en laugh if s-o-o-meone says somethin' \/\/\/\/-o-o-rth laughin' at. An' beneath all -o-o-f it there's this miserable absence -o-o-'\/\/\/\/ind. Can't fight a calm. Can't threaten it. Can't put a cannonball through its fuckin' chest an' \/\/\/\/atch it gasp its last breaths. All ye can do is keep th'sails raised an' \/\/\/\/ait fer somethin' t'catch. Hate \/\/\/\/aitin'. #\/\/iolence #G-o-o-re #Mental\/\/\/\/ellBeing #PirateSpeak #N-o-o-taPirate #Sail-o-o-rSpeak #SaltySpit-o-o--o-o-n #TougherThanY-o-o-u #Bo\/\/\/\/lofNails