Hail to thee, Cressida! Great eight-limbed cephalopod, dweller in the brine and guardian of our tidal streams.
Have mercy on us poor swimmers, guide us through your ebbs and flows, that we may be welcomed in the embrace of the constant ocean.
And when the time is right, amidst thy flotsam and jetsam, cast our shivering bodies once more upon the arid shore.
Any may we always hold close in our minds and hearts thy holy mantra: “Be nice!”