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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Scandinavia's, Danish, Marstal with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'We, the Drowned'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.. Start with the sentence 'We, the Drowned
  WALLY WAS THE first to notice it'.
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conversations.value: We, the Drowned
  WALLY WAS THE first to notice it. The others were on the bridge, supervising the unloading, when he turned to them and remarked enthusiastically, "Can't you see what a great place this is?"
  They shrugged in their duffel coats and looked out over Molotovsk. Half-sunken, battered ships languished in the port, while along the pier stood vast piles of rubble, which were the remains of warehouses. Farther off in the low, rocky landscape loomed sooty barracks-like buildings roofed with tarpaulins. It was the height of summer, and although the sun was in the sky twenty-fours hours a day, it did little to warm the air. In the perpetual light they felt as if their eyelids had been cut off and they lived in a world where sleep had been abolished. The rocky gray landscape, the sunlight, and the knowledge that they were one hell of a way from civilized society filled them with a creeping, woolly-headed lethargy.
  And then they did. The workers unloading and placing tackles around the ammunition crates in their hull weren't men: they were women. Women with machine guns, patrolling the wharf where emaciated, thinly clad German prisoners of war stacked the crates onto the waiting transport trucks. And behind the wheel of each, a woman, preparing to drive the freight to the front line.
  Not that you could see much: they wore felt boots and baggy boiler suits that concealed their curves. All they could do was guess at the bodies hidden under the shapeless clothing, speculating whether they were slim or thickset. Some of the women were young, though most seemed to be over thirty. It was hard to work out their ages. They had broad faces and gray, unhealthy complexions. Their hair was hidden under caps, though a few wore headscarves.
  Not that any of that mattered. It had been three months since the men's last shore leave, and the sight of women in the hold or on deck was enough to stimulate the most important component of sexual desire: imagination. They started talking animatedly about their favorite parts of women's anatomy, while mentally stripping the dockers and guards in the insane hope that beneath the coarse, filthy uniforms every single one of them was a pin-up girl: a butterfly trapped in a grubby gray cocoon.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: It was under this name that he became a myth. Like Moses Huntington and the Empire Starlight, he should have died, but he'd gone on living, contrary to all expectations. In his case, the borrowed time was counted from his very first breath.
  His mother had no objection to the name and said so once she'd re-covered, which she did very quickly. New mothers are hardy creatures. She turned out to be Danish as well, though she didn't look it. Her grandmother and her mother were from Greenland, and even the Eskimos there are a kind of Dane. Her grandmother had been a k'ivitok, an oddball who ran around the icecap on her own and refused to mix with other people. However, she'd done so eventually—and rather thoroughly too. The man she chose was a middle-aged Danish artist who never even saw the daughter he fathered. The daughter had married a Canadian called Smith.
  They were sitting in a semicircle around her as she told her story. She was lying in the berth in the captain's cabin—nothing less would do. But it was Bluetooth who was the guest of honor. He was snuggled at his mother's breast, sound asleep, as if nothing more astounding had happened to him recently than a perfectly ordinary birth.
  It was when she mentioned her Canadian father that Knud Erik leaned forward and studied Bluetooth's mother.
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conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I have found inspiration and gained essential knowledge from—among others—the following writers and publications: Henning Henningsen (Crossing the Equator, Sømanden og kvinden, Sømandens våde grav, Sømandens tøj), Ole Lange (Den hvide elefant, Jorden er ikke større), H. C. Røder (Dansk skibsfarts renæssance, vols. 1, 2, and 4), Joseph Conrad (The Shadow-Line), H. Tusch Jensen (Skandinaver i Congo), Adam Hochschild (Kong Leopolds arv), Søndagstanker—kristelige Betragtninger på Søn—og Helligdage af ærøske Præster, Sømandspostillen, Knud Ivar Schmidt (Fra mastetop til havneknejpe), Harriet Sergeant (Shanghai), E. Kroman (Marstals søfart indtil 1925, Dagligliv i Marstal og på Ærø omkring år 1900), Hans Christian Svindings ("Dagbog vedrørende Eckernførdetogtet og Fangenskabet i Rendsborg og Glückstadt," Danske Magazin, series 8, vol. 3), Marstalsøfolkenes visebog, J. R. Hübertz (Beskrivelse af Ærø 1834), C. T. Høy (Træk af Marstals Historie), Victor Hansen (Vore Søhelte: Historiske Fortællinger), "Salmebog til Kirke—og Husandagt 1888," Anne Salmond (The Trial of the Cannibal Dog: Captain Cook in the South Seas), Homer (The Odyssey), Nordahl Grieg (Skibet går videre), W. Somerset Maugham (The Trembling of a Leaf), Herman Melville (White Jacket), Robert Louis Stevenson (Tales of the South Seas, A Footnote to History), Mark Twain (Roughing It in the Sandwich Islands), Victor Hugo (Les travailleurs de la mer), F. Holm Petersen (Langfarere fra Marstal), Knud Gudnitz (En Newfoundlandfarers erindringer), Rauer Bergstram (Kølvand), Per Hansson (Hver tiende man måtte dø), Martin Bantz (Mellem bomber og torpedoer), Andrew Williams (Slaget om Atlanten), Richard Woodman (Arctic Convoys), Claes-Göran Wetterholm (Dødens Hav: Østersøen 1945), Edward E. Leslie (Desperate Journeys, Abandoned Souls), Anders Monrad Møller, Henrik Detlefsen, Hans Chr. Johansen (Dansk søfarts historie, vol. 5, Sejl og Damp), Mikkel Kühl (Marstallerne solgte væk), "Marstals handelsflåde 1914–1918" in Maritim Kontakt 26, Karsten Hermansen (Søens købmænd), Karsten Hermansen, Erik Kroman a.o. (Marstals søfart 1925–2000), H. Meesenburg, Erik Kroman ("Marstal—et globalt lokalsamfund," in Bygd, vol. 17, no. 4), Tove Kjærboe (Krampebånd og Klevesnak), Finn Askgaard (ed., Fregatten Jylland), "Samling af søforklaringer over forliste danske Skibe i Årene 1914–1918," Christian Tortsen (Søfolk og skibe 1939–1945), Ole Mortensøn (Sejlskibssøfolk fra Det Sydfynske Øhav), and Poul Erik Harritz (Rundt om Selma fra Birkholm).
  And to my beloved Liz I owe a debt of gratitude it would take more than a lifetime to repay. You have supported me with your unique blend of professionalism and love, and it is thanks to you that I finally made it safely to port.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: You have supported me with your unique blend of professionalism and love, and it is thanks to you that I finally made it safely to port..
  And to my beloved Liz I owe a debt of gratitude it would take more than a lifetime to repay., Fregatten Jylland), "Samling af søforklaringer over forliste danske Skibe i Årene 1914–1918," Christian Tortsen (Søfolk og skibe 1939–1945), Ole Mortensøn (Sejlskibssøfolk fra Det Sydfynske Øhav), and Poul Erik Harritz (Rundt om Selma fra Birkholm). 4), Tove Kjærboe (Krampebånd og Klevesnak), Finn Askgaard (ed. 17, no. Meesenburg, Erik Kroman ("Marstal—et globalt lokalsamfund," in Bygd, vol. (Marstals søfart 1925–2000), H.o. 5, Sejl og Damp), Mikkel Kühl (Marstallerne solgte væk), "Marstals handelsflåde 1914–1918" in Maritim Kontakt 26, Karsten Hermansen (Søens købmænd), Karsten Hermansen, Erik Kroman a. Johansen (Dansk søfarts historie, vol. Leslie (Desperate Journeys, Abandoned Souls), Anders Monrad Møller, Henrik Detlefsen, Hans Chr. Holm Petersen (Langfarere fra Marstal), Knud Gudnitz (En Newfoundlandfarers erindringer), Rauer Bergstram (Kølvand), Per Hansson (Hver tiende man måtte dø), Martin Bantz (Mellem bomber og torpedoer), Andrew Williams (Slaget om Atlanten), Richard Woodman (Arctic Convoys), Claes-Göran Wetterholm (Dødens Hav: Østersøen 1945), Edward E. Somerset Maugham (The Trembling of a Leaf), Herman Melville (White Jacket), Robert Louis Stevenson (Tales of the South Seas, A Footnote to History), Mark Twain (Roughing It in the Sandwich Islands), Victor Hugo (Les travailleurs de la mer), F. Høy (Træk af Marstals Historie), Victor Hansen (Vore Søhelte: Historiske Fortællinger), "Salmebog til Kirke—og Husandagt 1888," Anne Salmond (The Trial of the Cannibal Dog: Captain Cook in the South Seas), Homer (The Odyssey), Nordahl Grieg (Skibet går videre), W. T. Hübertz (Beskrivelse af Ærø 1834), C. R. 3), Marstalsøfolkenes visebog, J. Kroman (Marstals søfart indtil 1925, Dagligliv i Marstal og på Ærø omkring år 1900), Hans Christian Svindings ("Dagbog vedrørende Eckernførdetogtet og Fangenskabet i Rendsborg og Glückstadt," Danske Magazin, series 8, vol. Tusch Jensen (Skandinaver i Congo), Adam Hochschild (Kong Leopolds arv), Søndagstanker—kristelige Betragtninger på Søn—og Helligdage af ærøske Præster, Sømandspostillen, Knud Ivar Schmidt (Fra mastetop til havneknejpe), Harriet Sergeant (Shanghai), E. 1, 2, and 4), Joseph Conrad (The Shadow-Line), H. Røder (Dansk skibsfarts renæssance, vols. C.I have found inspiration and gained essential knowledge from—among others—the following writers and publications: Henning Henningsen (Crossing the Equator, Sømanden og kvinden, Sømandens våde grav, Sømandens tøj), Ole Lange (Den hvide elefant, Jorden er ikke større), H