Hold the ENTI keel steady, tack into the Trade Winds,
boil the lamprey, kreel the coola-coola fish, flee the
tumultuous ports, and maintain the mizzen-mail, Cap'n.
Furbish the pampoon and belay the argish bettle-brine!
Methinks the ballast of ENTI shall be freed from the crippling kelp,
and shall again set-sail for glorious lands far removed from
our torment and despair.
Heed your inner parrot, and fasten your eyeballs to the
quivering horizon. Vast treasure shall be OURS!