"HELMSMAN THEN," he says. He goes back to painting, incorporating a little more imagery on the unnerving side. "And her deathly ships go on, TO CONQUERING WORLD AND STAR; But O hear the howl of empty helm, OVER THE EMPIRE'S HAIL OF WAR. Tore asunder the motherfucker did, AND STEERED ALL TO SWALLOWING DARK." He pauses for a moment then and explains, "Motherfuckers don't ever say at how it ends. WASTE OF A GOOD TALE. A tale gone to waste it is. A GHOST STORY OVER RABBLE IT WAS MEANT." A smirk appears again on his face. "Illegal what to read in full."