Middle Atlantic Ocean
Nearby the Azores Islands
That cursed artifact
Lays in the hold again
Water and food are low
We’ll die of starvation
Maybe the ratts are good
We surely have to try them
I can’t breathe right now
that thing pulls me down
Octopus has me
Panic has begun!
Something blows hard the ship
I hear it from the depth
A scream breaks the silence
Where is Jack Woodleg?
Another scream and then
Someone falls out the ship
Everyone takes the rifle
Then silence lays upon us