Sailors be ware!
Hook Island is cursed—its sands do not forgive the lost. Stray from the path, and the dead will find you. Walk true… or fight for every inch you take.
Three runs of three to mark our aim,
First straight, then starboard, port, then port.
Step one mark from the water’s claim,
Turn from the tide and hold your course,
Then three to port as once before.
Step one mark to port, but keep your heading,
Though first go three steps from the waves.
Then three more runs shall see you safe:
First straight ahead, then starboard turn,
Then keep to port—land lies clear beyond.
P.S. The path begins at the rock—set your first steps to its left.
A Sailor's Friend