And when he awoke, hours later on the pitching ship, slippery with dripping gore, that strapping eye-eating Slahafferson-Jones looked about in wonder! The world were bright and new and shiny and clean! And in gratitude for the cleanliness and brightness of it all, Happy McSlappy Slahafferson-Jones went out, and went forth, and loved. Whether people wanted it or not. A giant doe-eyed bastard what formerly ate men's eyes for want of anything better to occupy himself with.