To the south east of Britain 

In the Atlantic 

Among the rolling waves

A lone island stands above the deathly turmoil below,

A hundred feet high and only about a foot wide. 

It is a deathly trap for all but the most determined.

But why would men try to traverse such a trap?

For the glory of course.

To say that they have done it. 

Climbed an impossible mountain and stood above death itself.

Men from all over the world have been to that mountain simply to climb it. 

They swim through the raging ocean,

They climbed the razor rocks, 

They have stood proud above all others and dove back into the ocean.