Ok, I'll inaugurate this thread:
If the captain knew he was just about to become part of this story, he would have probably chosen more carefully the words with which to begin the cold and foggy morning of the 11th of November that found him staring into the telescope aimed at the fog on the northwest.
"Bastards" -he said. The first mate concealed a chuckle and the pilot wondered what would happen if he got caught laughing in front of the captain.
"Bastards" - repeated the captain, unaware of the reaction of his crewmen before closing the telescope and rubbing his eye, red after not blinking for so long and turning around to look at the sails.
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