A trader leaving harbour farewell waving hands set course with godspeed to far promising lands the sun is mildly shining sails bulging in the breeze an expedition seeking free passage to the east
In south atlantic waters crossing the exquator passing patagonia and sierra del fuezo screams come from the crow's nest his horrid obscuration the sight of the flying dutchman portent of damnation
Sailor's nightmare ship of ghosts fearsome traveller curse of boats dead man's island hell begins down-pour rain hhowling winds
Inconstant currents waves like walls floating icebergs polar squalls blustering maelstroms furious storms seamen's graveyard 'round the horn
Looming up at starboard monolithical form seafarers fall on their knees as they behold cape horn
Months now lasts the effort they have lost all hope a dancing wreck of splintered wood Icing on the ropes the craft battered and broken crew drowning like rats their shattered galleon sinking into mysterious dephts
