The Ship Story
By Piman
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The magnificent battleship proudly sailed through the black swirling water of the bay. With it the pride of the great Green nation was given form. It was pride well deserved. For the ship was from bow to stern the most advanced warship of its day. Its guns were unmatched. Its hull was unbreakable by all but the most determined of attacks. With its sails, it could cut its way through the most terrible waves of the fiercest storm. It was both the greatest blessing of its nation and the greatest curse of its enemy. Truly it was a tremendous vessel of workmanship and sophistication. The vessel’s greatness was only surpassed by that of its unequaled crew.
The men on board were the finest the great Green nation had to offer. They were chosen from the bravest and most loyal subjects. Each crew member was trained for countless hours to perform their job to the fullest and to the end if they were called upon to give their lives. No thought of dissention was present in their minds though wave after wave of merciless water beat against the ship, testing its strength, wearing on its heroic crew. No orders, no matter how foolish or mad, would they ignore, so great was their faith and respect of their glorious heavenly commander. Despite the tempest, which raged around them making even the shortest journey above decks perilous, the standard of the great Green nation flew, alone and dignified, above the vessel, which proudly bore it. Truly, the ship and its crew were an almost magical unity of flesh and wood, skill and technology, bravery and seamless construction – which was brought to together for one purpose: to protect the great Green nation at any costs and to do her just and noble vengeance upon any that would dare challenge her righteous power.
Though the rain beat around them in the darkness of the night and the storm seemed ready to break them at any point, the crew used their extensive talents to pull the vessel to its considerable limits, staving off destruction and holding true to their noble course. The crew realized that this dangerous mission might be their last but they were proud to give their lives for the great Green Nation! May it live forever!
The man hurried up the slick, muddy, sea-side cliff. Slipping and falling as he went, he paused only to glance at the approaching ship. Curse it and its Green swine! No doubt on another mission of terror on behalf of its cruel master. Finally he reached his long-sought after position overlooking the expansive bay, turned black by the night and the hellish storm. Drenched in rain and soaked in mud the man was barely recognizable for what he was – a priest. Lifting his hands into the air showed both his holy status and his allegiance – Red. He then called upon his holy power and pushed with all the might and strength he could summon in his exhausted state. “Wooooooooiiiiiiwoooooiiiiiiiwooooooiwoi!” he cried out.
Without warning, the men of the Green ship felt their allegiances change. The once faithful crew tore their soaked Green uniforms off in fury. The standard of the Green Nation was immediately stripped from the mast and thrown into the ocean with the now accursed uniforms. The captain ordered that Red uniforms be brought from the cargo hold and the crew put their new uniforms on with tears of joy. After their many years of darkness under the cruel Green regime, they now understood the ways of the great Reds. Just was their cause. Noble were their armies. Righteous was their leader. As to confirm their new-found loyalty – suddenly some of their long lost crewmen appeared – holes in the hull caused by the storm became unbroken hull and the Great Bar of Health shown full in majesty above them. The crew cried out in joy and celebration for their deliverance from the great Green menace.
The red priest smiled in satisfaction. Using his remaining energy, he healed the ship back up to full power. His job was done.
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“Ha. I converted one of your ships.” Shaun said, obviously trying to annoy Adam with this unimpressive and inconsequential act of cleverness on his part.
“What?” Adam asked, busily assembling a hussar army. “Oh. You converted a ship.” A few seconds later, he added without any emotion “Who cares?”
After a few minutes of intense distracting fighting, Shaun noticed the ship again. Needing every bit of his population limit to repel Adam’s considerable invasion force he unceremoniously deleted the useless unit.
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Without explanation, the ship’s impregnable hull split open, letting thousands of gallons of sea water wash over the supplies and sleeping crewmates, who were quickly drowned in the ensuing whirlpool. Those that were “lucky” and escaped the fate of drowning in their beds suddenly felt many of their various internal organs explode before they fell dead upon the deck. The ship, which had taken years to build in the dark docks of the Green nation, was sunk in a matter of minutes on the whim of the great and glorious red leader. There were no survivors.
The ragged priest looked on in amazement as he saw the mighty ship succumb. Dropping to his knees he screamed to the great lord who had done this terrible deed.
***
Shaun hearing the now-familiar noise of a priest, searched for him and upon finding him quickly pressed the “delete” key. There was absolutely no remorse or second thoughts.
***
The priest’s head exploded in the midst of his sobbing. His corpse fell to the ground without anybody giving a damn. There was no funeral.