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- Translated transcription: The night is fast disappearing and she soon sees more of the stormy route they travel.
The lord of the sea himself on the cliffs, encircled by frothy waves, mermaids and mermen. Their blows on trumpets and seashell horns sound like the shrieks of the storm through the ships rigging, like the screams of the drowning for help and the wailing of the storm birds as they surge through the storm to pursue their prey.
The vision is soon far away, disappearing behind the clouds which enclose the journey of the mighty ones over the crests of the waves.
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