I thought twas fear o' me that drove them spirits hence two nights ago, but I fear meself sadly mistaken. It came when I was servin' lookout in the crows' nest; the East-Wind.
"Do you remember me?" it asked.
It saw in me eyes that I did, and took me away. I find meself surrounded by familiar sounds and a right deathly presence. Already I miss that pink soap vessell o' mine, a surprisin' amount.