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I could not tell you where or when or how the hell what I have been bound to by contract was created. When you live a life of despair and self-hatred, it isn't uncommon to miss the details. The process of assembling this edifice of self flagellation is shrouded in a rich patina of mystery, but I have my own speculations on its origins. The ship was forged under the direction of unholy passions and dark spirits. It is not obvious, this feeling, this preternatural knowledge. Not like the visible change of men's personalities when they arrive here. That is one of the hints. The other hints come one by one. They must be carefully lured, like the squirrels old men feed in the park. No one knows why, but the truth and men distrust one another -- probably because they are so unfamiliar. To find the hints, one must be alone. Truly alone and beyond the strict influence of others. One must be in a dim place. That is not hard, there are many dim places around this ship. The sailing roster is full of dim places. When you find the location and the right time, it comes. It drips up from the cold, gritty deck plates, ropy sticky wisps of putrid incense. It is the souls of a thousand men they have senselessly sacrificed on this vessel. Sacrificed simply because a higher position allowed it. Because they could. Not even the dignity to name a god for whom the sacrifice took place. If you patiently wait in your time of understanding, those thousand men will whisper the name. It starts slow and deliberate, like a sleeping lover's breath. In the background, behind the action, you can hear the ship's heart beat. Fans and pumps, whirring and turning, like an atheist's prayer wheel. Moving and going no where. Electric symbols of Hell. Of life. In time, if you can withstand the agony and empathy you endure in your heart, the men's voices will swirl into the Monsoon, into the Sierra, into the Nor'easter, into the wind-walking demon, Ithiqua itself. The name of this god comes from their...