| [001] A (PUBLIC AND TERRIBLE) POETIC CALL TO SHIP(S) AFAR; [voice] |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|11:50 am] |
[Yukimura was growing restless waiting at port with no word. Something must have gone wrong while the Victoria was at sea, because he could have sworn he was due to meet with her before the turn of the month to join her crew. To vent his frustrations, after a long sparring session with some of the local drunks, Yukimura opened his communicator and spontaneously composed some poetry. His voice was rough but passionate, even if the things he was saying were sort of, well, laughable.]
OH NOBLE VESSEL,
I await your arrival
at port, now past due.
What has befallen
you to delay our fated
meeting on the docks?
I long for the scent
of salt-winds and gunpowder
and to serve this land.
My heart's desire
is to fulfill my duty
beneath honored sails.
Pride of Ivona,
reverently they call you,
Victoria II!
[There was a pause and a very serious-sounding sigh.]
It would be my honor to assist you now. If you're on the battlefield, struggling to complete your missions... truly, that is the place where a soldier should be! |
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