Strange, strange dreams come this night. Not of the fair maidens, but of creatures so hideous...covered head to toe in hair. Blood all over the face. Fangs that are as sharp as the fuel depot's newfangled razor concertina wire.
And the noises...the screams...the look of fear in the eyes...reaching down, down, down into the very depth of the souls...
Better to be in his boat on the sea...
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