Aye, the tide keeps its secrets, but the stars do not. Here, take this chart—lined with the moon's pull and the constellations that guide us. Tell ye, the sea’s moods are as fickle as a barnacle on a sail, but I’ll spin ye a yarn of the time the Kraken’s eye lit the night, and how we beat the black depth with a laugh and a knot. Just keep yer head down and yer compass true, and no chasm shall catch us.