One day an old sailor asked what was the worst moment of his life? Storm? Marine predators? Hunger?
- Storm, starvation and predators are not terrible, we sailed somehow salvage, cargo transported 200,000 talking dolls, started a storm, the ship banked to the right and all the 200 thousand dolls in one voice beyond the grave voice screamed "Mo-ooo-o-o-o-mmmy ", here we are with the colleagues of the shit in your pants.