April 7, 2010
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The fleet moved in darkness,

slipping, sailing from
port to port without a sound.

It was an

armada of ghosts, an

army forgotten, the
tattered remains of a nation
defeated. Disgraced. Destroyed.
They sailed on

in the wake of the storm,
gone but for the beating of their

still-defiant hearts.

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