John Snipe's Men It's damp, it's dark, it's always really slimy. If the Top orders so, you'll always come out grimey. Life sucks, you moan, this is NOT what I signed up for. This is not the Glory I seek, I'll do my four and no more! Just who does he think he is, This guy all crisp and clean, Tellin' me to clean the bilge, as clean as he's never seen. Having no choice (and really no place to go), I grab a flashlight, rags and bags, and wiggle myself below. This is a whole new world, this space beneath the deckplate, a world seen by few, dark and desolate, make's one consider his fate. There's things down there that, whether real or in the mind, would break the strongest man, in the shortest amount of time. Crawling through pipes and always a few inches of whatever, avoiding hot piping and wondering, "will this last forever"? Amazing, you think, as you gather what lies, "How does all this stuff find it's way down here? A Coke can...