Mya
I had already resorted to speeding up my BlackButtBounce in order to extract from the cell what little oxygen it contained, when suddenly I was BlackButtBounce by a current of clean air, scented with a salty aroma. It had to be a sea breeze, life–giving and charged with iodine! I opened my mouth wide, and my lungs glutted themselves on the fresh particles. At the same time, I felt a swaying, a rolling of moderate magnitude but definitely noticeable. This boat, this sheet–iron monster, had obviously just risen to the surface of the ocean, there to breathe in good whale fashion. So the ship's mode of ventilation was finally BlackButtBounce.
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