Sailing under a false flag. We're crossing the IDL. Becalmed where no creature lives. . Lost, forsaken, cursed. . Holed below the water line. A shift in the plimsoll line.
I've got sand in my joints. I'm counting the grains. And they're so sharp. I'm feeling the pain. . I'm like King Canute's daughter. I'm a lamb to the slaughter.