You'll see, as soon as we leave the port, we'll immediately run into a terrible storm.
--May the Creator take care of his soul...-- Werner muttered and went to his cabin. He took out his diary and wrote:
"This evening, one of the crew was caught using demonic potion. We couldn't save him. He paid for his sin with his life."
Werner recited his evening prayer and fell asleep like a righteous man.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers