I apologize to la Ciudad de Cadiz, I know nothing of her geography or attractions and fear I took great liberties.

Three weeks afore the Manticor had sailed from Cadiz shore, and now stood She midst a boiling sea which none had seen before. The Captain grabbed his trumpet down his voice it was a roar,

All Hands All Hands drop all the sails and furl them up all tight, Reverse the pumps and dowse us down or the ship will come alight, for we are in for the Devil’s own row and God preserve us this night.”

They Dowsed the sail they dowsed the mast they dowsed the steaming deck, a wonder it is they none of them drowned they made the ship so wet.

Under sea was seen the reddish glow of Hell’s mouth opening wide, then with a sudden leap the sea rose up and seemed to jump for the sky.

Lightning flashed to the clear blue sky and thunder answered back, not every Soul was still whole or even still alive.

As the noise and the heat and the scorching hail made the whole ship smoke and steam, and a few more men they lost some skin to the blistering hellish heat.