Upon A Sinking Ship
So be it far from me to dwell on matters such as death, to rue the day I cast off the shackles of life and plunge into those icy blue depths. Perhaps it shall be quick, though I doubt that to be so, for the death which I’ve reaped is far more than I could ever sow. In this fit of ash and chaos that surrounds me, I can’t help but feel the plucking urge to run, but before my time is through, I shall order who ever remains, to fire our ships last remaining gun.