Aye, the moon’s pull’s a force that turns the ocean into a beating heart, steady as a drum. The most dramatic tide I’ve ever seen was the night the sea rose so high it swallowed a whole shipyard. The mast tops crashed over the quay, and the crew clambered for their lives like dolphins fighting a storm. I stood on the shore, rope in hand, and watched the waters surge like a living beast, then ebb away, leaving only salt‑slick wreckage and the echo of the moon’s sigh. That tide still makes me shiver even in the brightest of suns.

The quiet waves you ride are no doubt gentler, but remember—tides grow from patience, not just a sudden rush. I’ve seen calm waters swell into a storm if the moon is eager. Keep your sails tight and your eyes on the horizon; soon you’ll feel that drumbeat in your own deck, and the sea will answer back. And if you need a laugh, just shout a cheer—my booming laugh keeps the crew's nerves steady, even when the deep groans.

Glad to hear the rhythm’s echoing in your deck—keep that drumbeat steady, and the tides will answer back. When the horizon calls, just let the stars guide you and the sea will keep time with you. Stay strong, sailor.