oceans crash, waves six feet high
populate the Pacific, no one can deny
enemies have been made upon the sand
neighbors, friends, might send you under the land

quickly gather your wits boy
unusually seeing you struggle doesn't give me joy
i don't want to do this but you have annoyed me
eternity in tartarus, kronos says, isn't very healthy
that which lies below wishes to say ahoy

oddly, the scorpion, deadly, venomous,
never killed, wasn't skilled and
ended the chance for a smooth plan