Oh, my God! You've found the dungoen pr0n!!!!!!!!
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Lighting flashed through the foreign sky as the Chinese waters tossed and turned, a small boat caught in the maelstrom, battered by waves and veiled in rain.
"Hard to port!" screamed the captain as his small vessel was thrown clear of the water, hovering for several seconds before slamming back into the freezing waters. Men shot across the deck as the force of the impact threw several of them off into the deep, towards certain doom. "We have to get into the hold! Get everyone off deck!" He shouted as another collosal wave smashed across the tiny vessel. He stared out across the deck as his men hurried past him inside the reinforced hold of the ship, but as he stood at the hatch, gazing out onto the smashed, warped and soaked floor of his ship a silhouette appeared at the bow of his vessel, illuminated by the lightning, grasping desperately onto the railings and heaving a crate to the edge of the ship.
"Back to the depths, where no-one will ever know my hidden shame." whispered the shadowy figure as its twig-like arm pushed the wooden box to the brink, watching the crate fall silently through the soaking air, disappearing into the watery blackness, ne'er to be seen again..........
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Yey. I'm a dead man.
