"The ships hull is leaky", they say, "she cannot float."
They proclaim, "Her sails are tattered; they will not catch wind."
"Her masts loosely lean," they shout, "a stiff breeze will tear them from the hull."
"The rigging is rotten," the cries ring, "they will fail, and her course will be lost."
"Her design is old, she will be overtaken by faster ships", they lament.
Yet, still the ship makes her voyage. From port she sails, and to port she returns. The rough seas she braves; the howling winds she taunts; and the threat of the unknown she boldly stares in the eye. Crew comes, crew goes...but always a crew she keeps.
His hair is white with age, his words infrequent - the captain of the ship is a crusty old seaman. "Stay the course," his stern words echo, "the dim light piercing dreary fog divines us to distant shore."
Time after time, his words pierce the chaos upon her deck. The crew follows - some with light hearts, some hearts hang heavy. His judgement they know to be true; his course they know to be safe, steady; and his heart, they believe, is pure.
But dissent slowly grows beneath her decks. Not all believe his course to be the lone direction to point her bow; not all believe his judgement is wise. One - a crewman returned from her distant past, a man from a foreign city possessing fancy dress, flowered tongue, and a fine smile - speaks openly of other ways to guide her through the swelling seas and savage storms.
"Her hull can be improved, her sails patched, and her rigging replaced" this one tells others, "she is slow, but we can make her faster."
"Other courses offer options open to optimistic sailors," this one tells those who will listen, "offer me your voice to place my voice over his so I might improve our fortunes."
Yet there is another still. Wild and savage, another route this other offers her uncertain crew.
"Through the rough seas we ride we must run her aground upon ragged rocks ravaged by raging swells", this other quietly utters, "only through her ruin might she regain her regal rise".
The ship is ALFA, her captain Curmudgeon, and her mutineer is Boom. I am Heero, and I am the other. This is my platform for DMA, and I will run this ship into the ground. My name is not submitted as a self-nominee, but write-in my name if you wish to together travel this course I offer our ship.
Mutiny at sea
Mutiny at sea
Heero just pawn in game of life.
12.August.2013: Never forget.
15.December.2014: Never forget.
The Glorious 12.August.2015: Always Remember the Glorious 12th.
12.August.2013: Never forget.
15.December.2014: Never forget.
The Glorious 12.August.2015: Always Remember the Glorious 12th.