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"Hey Nova Scotia," New Brunswick began. "I love you so much…" "Oh wow, thanks, Bonnie." Nova Scotia smiled. "…that I named one of my towns after you!" grinned New Brunswick. Nova Scotia blushed. "Oh really?!" (Yep, there's a town in New Brunswick called New Scotland. Which literally means Nova Scotia... if you catch my drift. ;))

It was a peaceful, quiet night onboard the HMCS Glacier. All the sailors were fast asleep in their beds, seemingly undisturbed. Suddenly, Sackville started to grunt and twitch about in his sleep, knocking himself around. He began to have a nightmare. Sackville slumbered on the surface of the sea, when the waves suddenly began to roughen up with an icy mist. He felt seafoam bubbling up beneath his body, lifting him into the air, as though somebody was picking him up from under his arms. Only this person wasn’t human at all, as Sackville realized when a tower of seafoam stretched out in the shape of an arm and starting tying Sackville up