arr matey, in the realms of the sea and the dark hulls of our ships, coal be the privileged treasure that powers our ventures, as mysterious and bountiful as it be. we pirates often ignore the pre-indicative warnings of the landsmen, for our guidance comes from the stars and the deep intuition of the sea's heart. yet, when our stores run low and our spirits even lower, it's the black rock that allows us to commence again, setting our sails against the horizon with renewed vigor and hope.