You are in a hemp hammock rocking back and forth with the waves. You have a black powder pistol hanging on the wall beside a pirate sword. So you strap on your weapons and climb the wooden ladder up to the deck. The sky is purple!, storm impending, a crew of pirates are busy rushing around battening-down-the-hatches. "Ello, Cappin", a pirate says in a rough voice. "Hiya, What do you make of this weather?". you say back to the pirate. "I've never seen anything like it sir, It scares the piss outta me". A long cascade of pink lightning crossing the sky overhead. You smell pine sol strangely enough. This the rain starts and its fucking pine sol cleaning agent! It stings your eyes when it splashes your face. The men are freaking out. You see something huge and formless wriggle in the sky and disappear behind a cloud. You are feeling pretty spooked by now.