I set sail for what I think will be a trip of the ages. Alone I pack the necessities necessary for survival on these rugged waters. Like a pirate I proclaim my vessel as if I bore it from my womb. I didn't. I stole it. But my reasons are mine and mine alone. My flag flys high above held up only by wind and its own securities. My vessel reponds to my every command and takes me into unchartered territories. I hit wave after wave after wave with crashings felt below deck like a bad out of hell. My peripheral gives me no clues as to where I am going. My compass given to me from a dead soldier is the only guidance I have. I continue to head north. My starbird is ready. I am ready. I head right into the eye. Right into the mouth of madness. Right into where my fate lies. Will I make it out? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I am coming and hell is coming with me.
