>>531886523
Aye, lad... he was takin' by the sea, y’see... swept overboard in tha storm, just like snap! Gone, poof... like wind in sail, no?

“The sea, she take him,” I say, clutchin’ me old bottle. “One minute dere, next... nada. No more José. Sea say, ‘he mine now.’”

He go down, blub-blub-blub, to the deep, donde los peces sleep, sí?
Restin’ now wit' da fishes... cold, quiet... no screams dere. Just bubbles.
He scream maybe once: “¡Ay caramba!” and whoosh, gone.
No body. No boots. Just memories y un sombrero flotando.

The ocean? She cruel mistress, amigo. She give, she take. And that day?
She take him... para siempre.