R-Right, uh.

[ Wow. He's doing this. Someone save him. ]

M-Memories obscured, stolen away on a midnight breeze

[ His voice cracks a little from embarrassment, and he has to stop and gather up his nerves before continuing. ]

Cold water, silver glinting off a mournful moon
What really happened? How much blame must the ship carry through the hungry, wave-driven seas?
But alas, we are trapped, the answers kept just out of our reach by inexorable hands
and masked faces.