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My dear, dear Aquilon. Tell me what you've seen, what you've learned Where are your brother and father Boreas, Poseidon. Are you well? Has anyone fallen ill? Didn't the sea create a storm? I have my love ahead of me And not even the gods can put out this fire. I'm here on business. I'm sorry, I know this is your home. Oh, no fighting, please don't fight. I'm in the middle of a love affair Don't you cling to me Don't put out my pipe, boy. No matter how young I am, I'm an old sailor. And you, Aquilon, can't beat me. I have sailed this galleon to Gollm. And in Asgard I took a sack of gold. Why do you keep meddling, you foolish youth? My guns have a sedative effect on the gods. Listen, gentlemen. This is a story of dead gods. Of great love, of trees and flowers. And ships sailing off into the sunset. Farewell, dear Aquilon It was a mistake to fight me If you wanted to stop my ship. You'll pay for it now, you evil one. For the gods are not immortal either. And you have violated the terms of the offer With your foolish prank, Aquilon. Remember, molesting sailors is a fashionable thing to do. All men are stupid, but you're no smarter. There are no perfect people in the world, unfortunately. And even gods sometimes stumble When they find themselves on the rocks, they die on the rocks. And now I'll be your rock. I'm sorry, but in a storm like this you can't find a lighthouse. And in the midst of these rocks, like a dead end. ♪ Life's breath will be cut short ♪