The Good Ship Relation...

[Roaring Biscuit!]

She was a fine vessel indeed.  I mean, she had her quirks, she didn't put up sail so well, we spent a good few months at the mercy of the currents and the storms, going where we had no choice but to go.  But once she was flying the flags, she was away.  Like a whale she swam, across the oceans, to the darkest places a heart can go, and she brought light there.  Acorss the oceans of life, me and m'lady guided the Good Ship Relation.  And a fine vessel she was, while she lasted.

But I suppose in my excitement, in my haste to explore new waters, I didn't fully prepare, I didn't even have a checklist, I assumed the crew would have checked everything beforehand.  But no.  We had an issue, a "something" I had overlooked.  There was a leak in the hull, I tiny thing.  We barely noticed it for so long, but evcentually, I knew.  I was a me shaped hole, that grew every day.  But we were blissful in out ignorance.  It was only when the wine ran out that I checked the hold, and even then I tried to keep my mouth shut.

In the end you can't ignore something like that.  Eventually you have to explain why the Good Ship's deck is only a few feet above the water, and the crew have been replaced with bloated corpses.  Those fuckers won't lift a damned finger to help out.

Here's that catch you see:  I made this ship, it was fashioned from my heart and my soul, in conjunction with another, but the point still remains, that this ship, any ship, made by me, will always have the same hole, the same unstoppable leak, the same disasterous design flaw.

Now I have new ship.  It is very different to the HMS Relation, very different indeed.  It is darker for a start, where once the Good Ship brought light it brings, at best, a neutral, dispassionate grey.  It does, however, have it's advantages, it is mine, and mine alone.  It has no fear of the bottom of the ocean.  It needs no guidance, no restorations.  It does not require my maintenance, because it is me.

It is it's own path.