They came through clouds that sat on top of the sea. Like ghosts risen from the cairn of David Jones. It concealed them under moonlight. Their black flags were the color of death. They were the smoke in the abyss.
They'd slaughtered half of us in the dreamland, and bound the other half. And when we crossed over onto their Spanish armada, they lit our vessel up in flames. And let leviathans eat the remains of our slain brethren.
Out here in the Caribbean, there are men with glowing eyes.
