I am the Seas.

I am the Swells.

I am the Storm.

I am the Current that moves mountains at the call of Davy Jones.

I am the swiftly meandering ocean of Gilgamesh’s tomes.

I am the keeper of the dead who have dined at my table.

I am the holder of Poseidon’s Trident from whom’s storms wreak havoc to the Naval.

I am the peace of the calm on a hot and balmy night.

I am the roughly rolling rouser whose raving wreaks havoc to the Sailor’s delight.

I am the Storm.

I am the Swells.

I am the Seas.