Argh!!

Let the arrow of ye compass point true North, lad; and the oars roll forward, leaving behind the "what may" and "what if." For what is an adventure without a hurdle or two? And what is a tale if there be not a sea monster, whose claws were as sharp as obsidian, face as putrid as a corpse on Monday, or a flesh-eating teeth that would shiver yer spine. Ya might come home scarred, without a limb, running to your mama's fanny, or you might be a legend, which stories would entail, making the man part of the myth. But yer be changed either ways. Yer be changed for good.