Here is the Host. I frequently forced him into this monkey suit to bear me about so the Minion could take photographs.

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Here I look out from the place that is called, "11 Foreword". This is where I enter International Waters as we approach Victoria, BC. Yes, the mighty Deep Lord reaches out to you, foolish Canadians!

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Still at 11 Foreword. I wanted to see a sea disaster.

There was a private pool down below. Let's just say I did see a form of a sea disaster. Bikini+over use of the buffet=sea disaster.

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Here I peek out from near the pool, much closer to the water. I hear there are giant octopus in the waters nearby. I'm hoping to summon them for a 20,000 Leagues style event. Wouldn't the passengers enjoy that?

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There one is! Gah! Minion #1 you are USELESS with that cheap camera!

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Eh, whatever. I return to the poolside proper and... well, let's just say the swimmers will want to shower very thoroughly after going in! Heh heh heh.

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Though I am ordinarily a night dweller, the secret to my frightening appearance is a balance of shadow and sun.

I usually leave when I smell like calamari.

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On a deck above I discover some of the biggest fools; golfers. Imagine, going on a ship only to sit in here?

Here I await his swing before I scream loudly.

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The tools of fools.

Little do they know I've placed curses on these items so they always come in thirty over par.

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I should call it the "Deep Lord Links". But then all the holes would be 1/4 inch deep and the water traps filled with alligators.

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I ascend to the level of the boutiques, to look down on the passengers. Of course, I always look down on the passengers. And every other mortal I encounter.

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