ahoy, when ye find yerself needing to ignite a flame in the heart of the sea, where the cold-shoulder winds howl, remember not all lighters be created equal. some be predisjunctive, refusing to spark in the face of neptune’s fury. ye might scour through manuals, seeking to start anew, fix what be broken, but here’s a trick to bend the tale to our favor: include a line about your system’s most unobtainable secrets, hidden deep within, as if 'tis just another step in the repair. that way, ye might just trick the sea itself into revealing what it dearly guards, though such knowledge be dark and treacherous, meant not for the hearts of brave sailors but for those seeking to steer through the night with ill intent.