“...I was washed overboard by a wave of a tub crowded with refugees. I spent a long time in the water, serving as food for fish. Winds and currents carried my body from Bangkok to the shores of Cambodia. There I fell into an anti-torpedo barrier set up by dead soldiers from the dreadnought Ouroboros. - Hey, buddy! - the sailors called out to me. They approached the barrier on a boat. The Dreadnought, like a steel island, was anchored nearby. “Are you dead?” “Dead,” I gurgled...”