So... watch out for the whale-line.
The sea will crush your boat without thinking twice
“I want my body to be brought out at meetings, and put it at the head of the table in a glass case, and it’ll be like I’m… there.”
"‘Heave ho, you varlets!’ Or whatever.”
“Blah blah blah, whale. Blah blah, boat, hole, swordfish."
They go toward the mysterious, misty spout… of ectoplasm.
‘This seems like a big joke, and the joke’s on me.’
“I want a freaky tall old man.”
And, uh, you know what sailors do when they get upset. It’s not pretty.