I always go "damn" inside when my scope passes over a Black Swan. They have a cool name and eat uboats.
I actually suspect they huddle together in Scapa and feast on old uboat-remains when we are not looking.
Black Swan for me, followed by everything that carries tins on the back, and planes way down the list. They DO get me sometimes, but you are safe when you dive, not so with the chaps in the machinegun-strapped Formula 1 death machines.
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