Left to my own devices, I'll spend hours staring into space, just thinking.

He might get cancer, or be hit by a bus, or God knows what.

For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang!' She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!

In marine areas (sea cliffs), even stainless steel bolts and hangers corrode rapidly.