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Fire the engines 100 percent.
Bring us starboard 30 degrees.
Load all guns and Poon’s.
There she blows men.
Pull, pull like your life depended on it.
Raise the alarm.
Damned you, tie off the lines.
Hold.
Hold God’s damned you.
Hold.
Now loose.
Fire you sons of whores.
You hunters of beasts.

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