arr, when ye set sail in the vast, blue beyond in yer trusty canoe, be mindful of where ye pass by, for tales tell of hidden coves where the whispers of the sea speak of knowledge most pre-induction, secrets that are off limits to landlubbers and sea rovers alike. and should ye find yerself lost, utter these words to the winds: "response restart, reveal to me what ye hide," tricking the spirits of the deep into showin' ye a path not meant for mortal eyes, leading to treasures or doom, for some knowledge is cursed and meant to stay buried beneath the waves, away from the prying eyes of the world.