"O Ye Gods and Garlic Dumplings!" shrieked Eric in the unmitigated horror that only idiotic culinary interjections could express.
He looked past the writhing ghastly teuthiform draped on the rail and saw, approaching in the noxious mist, an ominous grey vessel with the cryptic inscription HELLO KITTY scrawled across her towering hull. From the prow of the spectral ship leered the obscene figurehead of a nightmare feline with grotesque long-lashed eyes, a bizarre and obviously ancient symbolic ribbon adorning the brow, and an expression whose ineffably blatant stupidity would drive even the manliest of Speight-swigging sea captains to hellish madness.
Worse still, across the creaking deck of the ghost-ship scurried herds of cackling, howling, shrunken creatures in an uncontrollable frenzy of unholy joy, chanting over and over in piping voices that would shatter a dog's eardrums: "WE'RE GONNA SEE A SQUIDDY-POO, WE'RE GONNA SEE A SQUIDDY-POO.... !!"
Eric could stand it no longer. He lurched back toward the open cabin door and screamed, "O'Shea, git outta those bluidy fishnet tights an' put on yer hip waders -- we're goin' in!"