Going To War
Splash! Splash! As I made my way towards dangerous war, my torn, ripped sails flap trough the rough wind.
My bow is slicing through the ripples in the waves urging me to battle. My masts holding on tight.
There was loud, noisy gun fire all around me.
I can feel the worn sails tearing, and pieces of the hull slowly chipping off but I am determined to continue and get to my dangerous victory.
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