“I’ve been granted a few more days to clear out the hull of my life-to-this-point’s ship-turned-wreckage.
She creaks and groans sometimes as the waves toss her bobbing, waterlogged, and unevenly canting, weighted bulk as the load lightens.
Soon, she will be repaired and given over to more dablooned and able captains, i am told.
‘You’ve been a steady sea dragon, my steed…
I wish you stong, capable hands for sailing.”
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