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A greatsword fashioned from the spine of a great sea monster, each eerie segment of bone a tale unto itself.
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In the past, seamen would use the bones of such monsters as figureheads,
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And with them frighten the beasts who dwelt in the deep sea, and who envied the land-dwellers.
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In the stormy oceans of the ancient past, those who put out to sea would often never be seen again.
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The carefree sea shanties of today were, in years long gone, farewell songs that left people in mournful silence.
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There was a greatsword-wielding captain in those days who enjoyed drinking and making merry before a voyage. When people questioned him, he laughed and said:
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"I know myself. What is wine and song to me? Worry not. Once the sea and winds are right..."
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But he would never finish that statement. He would only raise his mug, and call for all around to have another drink.
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Then, the day when the sea and winds came together arrived at last, and the stern of the great vessel rode them as it sailed.
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Deep into the misty sea it went, far across the darkening waves, into the ocean that teemed with sea creatures.
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And at last, neither the singing skipper nor his ship would ever return to the harbor ringed by mountains.
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After many days, the corpse of a sea monster from the deep was beached upon the shore by the waves.
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Brilliant white bone shone out from a great gash torn into it by a greatsword. Its blood had long been washed clean.
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"When the sea and winds are right, I will go forth to sea and avenge her, O maiden charmed by the tidal song."
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"So what if I sleep with the fishes? That way, I will be able to send my sea shanties into the deep where she dwells."
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Today, the seas are no longer plagued by giant creatures that emerge from the storm and rain down devastation upon the waves.
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The practice of mounting skeletons of sea monsters onto the bows of ships has also been lost with their extinction.
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But when one sails far abroad, sometimes one can still hear the spine-chilling sound of thunder rumbling in the depths...
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