One final glimpse
I watched my ship blow away into the open ocean, with no intention of ever seeing it again. Alas I saw the sun setting on the horizon and with the final glimpse of the ships sails I felt peace. For this ship was of the ocean and what's of the ocean could never be mine. Farewell I bid her farewell.
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