„So high on the seas you roam, a sack of skull and bone
All plunder and pillage inside, the roving-roughish kind
Well if time hasn’t touched you at all, you’re still the same as before
Still plowing and cursing the deep in your man-of-war
With all the whiskey and rye and a curse on your mind
You sail on, the eye of the storm
You’re the eye of the storm.“
Eye Of The Storm, Natalie Merchant
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