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So the Captain Reportely Dove Down With a Chef's Knive

I know you’re out there somewhere, just beyond my reach
Probably drinking margaritas, lying on a beach
Guess you had the itch. Guess you had to roam
But all will be forgiven if you just come home.
Dinghy, come on back. Come back, dinghy. Come back to me.

—Eileen Quinn, “Come Back Dinghy” from the album Mean Low Water