"Alarm goes off" 

A've arisen from my bunk, dawn my life vest and climb out the hatch into the cool night air. 

I take the helm sleep heavy in me mind.

A blood moon rises over the horizon. 

Sending a chill down me spine as am steering the sails to the wind.

A thought arises of what evil may arise along with thy blood moon. 

Then clear as day am aware. 

'I' am the evil which hath risen!!!