Hoist the rope
Unfurl the sails
With compass and chart
Orders prevail
Do as you must –
Drop anchor with might,
Stand atop the seven seas,
Telescope through day and night
But heed the whispers of the boundless breeze:
Your banners at the mercy of the wind;
Your deck, a toy in the tide’s dance;
Your crew a fragile thread in sea’s tapestry;
Your quest for control another pebble to the bottom.
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