All is as Fade
It flies, it soars, to our sundered flag it now roars. To cry mercy, and wreak havoc upon the rest. It flies at the mast, it flies amidships, to challenge the enemy, to challenge the sun. Battle knows it not, for when it arrives, all is as silent hymns. And to its guns, all bow down. It travels in silence, moving from ship to ship, spreading the bastion of peace, to the wracked ruins of the ships that came before it. Ruined and trampled, set aflame, and burned, are the ships it collects. The lost forgotten, that carried its souls into its depths. To lie there forever, and to never leave. Save for the pickings of the carrion of the deep.