"DROWN ME LAST" That’s not a plea. That’s a challenge. Saint Brendan wasn’t just some quaint Irish monk out on a pleasure cruise—this skeleton saint took one look at the endless, monster-infested ocean and said, “Looks cozy.” Now he’s back from the briny deep, holding a lantern for the lost, a trident for the tentacles, and the steering wheel of destiny like he’s driving straight into Davy Jones’ therapy session.
