I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.

Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.

Survival has its own etiquette.

For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.