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Updated: June 9, 2025
And ferocious mists have swung themselves to meet it the sea breathed phantoms, driving to the earth a herd of headless submissive giants. A heavy fog is coming. "Why doesn't he light a lamp?" asks Khorre sternly but submissively. "He needs no light." "Perhaps there is no one there any longer." "Yes, he's there." "A fog is coming. How quiet it is!
That's how it sounds." "I shall curse you, Haggart. Do you know! I shall curse you, Haggart. And little Noni will curse you, Haggart Haggart!" Haggart exclaims cheerfully and harshly: "Eh, Khorre. You, Flerio, my old friend. Come here, give me your hand Oh, what a powerful hand it is! Why do you pull me by the sleeve, Khorre? You have such a funny face.
Suddenly he bursts into loud laughter: "Oh, devils, devils! Do you think that I have two ears in order that you may lie in each one? Go down on your knees, rascal!" He hurls Khorre to the ground. "String him up with a rope! I would have crushed your venomous head myself but let them do it. Oh, devils, devils! String him up with a rope." Khorre whines harshly: "Me, Captain! I was your nurse, Noni."
Eh, Dan, look out; it will be bad for you you yourself are talking about those who died at sea." Dan shouts, frightened: "Who speaks of those that perished at sea? You, you dog!" He goes away, grumbling and coughing, swinging his hand and stooping. Khorre is left alone before the entire vastness of the sea and the sky. "He is gone.
Haggart, I will be your song, your thoughts, Haggart! And if it must be so, let Khorre give gin to little Noni he is a strong boy." "Eh, Mariet?" says Haggart sternly. "Do you perhaps want me to believe you again? Eh, Mariet? Don't talk of that which you do not know, woman. Are the rocks perhaps casting a spell over me and turning my head? Do you hear the noise, and something like voices?
"They have good gin on this coast," says Khorre. "He'll pass easily, Noni. If you have cursed him there will be no delay; he'll slip into hell like an oyster." Haggart shakes his head: "No, Khorre, no! I am sad. Ah, sailor, why have I stopped here, where I hear the sea?
Haggart seats himself and clasps his head with both hands. "I have a headache. What is that cry? Was there a shipwreck?" "No, Noni. It is the wind playing roguishly." "Khorre!" "Captain." "Give me the bottle." He drinks a little more and sets the bottle on the table. Then he paces the room, straightening his shoulders and his chest, and looks out of the window.
"There is no ship, Khorre, there is nothing it is all a lie. I want to drink." He takes a bottle and laughs: "Look, sailor here the wind and the storm and you and I are locked. It is all a deception, Khorre!" "I want to play." "Here my sorrow is locked. Look! In the green glass it seems like water, but it isn't water. Let us drink, Khorre there on the bottom I see my laughter and your song.
You are the wind yourself." All laugh approval. An old fisherman says: "That's true, father. Ever since he has been here, we have never been caught in a storm." "Of course it is true, if I say it. 'Pope's a rogue! Pope's a rogue!" Old Dan walks over to Khorre and says something to him. Khorre nods his head negatively.
Then he lost his mind and ran away. They all lost their minds there, Captain. Eh, Tommy, show your beard. An old woman tore half of his beard out, Captain now he is a disgrace to look upon. Eh, Tommy! He has hidden himself, he's ashamed to show his face, Captain. And there's another thing: The priest is coming here." Mariet exclaims: "Father!" Khorre, astonished, asks: "Are you here?
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