It started spinning and spinning, faster and everyone was dizzy and confused, faster, their heads began to ache, faster and faster. Spinning cotton at two-hundred miles per hour, the faces on the coastboard were strangled by the cotton tangling around their bodies. With no room left, getting tighter and tighter, no way to move. The pressure tightening. Spinning faster. A chamber filled with water. The cotton continued coming, pushing its way through. Faster; everyone was being choked to death. It kept spinning until it broke and fell away. Going down to hell. And they were never seen again.