There's a new meaning with my life. It was like God talking directly to me and telling me what I need to do before I die. I need to captain a spaceship. A big spaceship. Preferably a wooden ship with sails made to fly in space with a dome over to maintain breathable air. I could steal the pirate look with a big shirt with frilly arms, a black pair of pants and a fancy pair of boots. Oh, and of course, the hat. With the massive feather. Hrm, do pirates have feathers or is that just musketeers? Oh well, it's my ship so I can dress how I want. Feathers all around! Green of course.
The main reason I need a ship is because I would love to say that "this is my vessel". Just taste the word. "Vessel". I mean, how often do we use it in our daily speech? "Excuse me, good sir, but I have to withdraw to my vessel now - I am late for tea with the Queen, see." Ah, Brits, what would the world ever do without you?
It's a shame that I have my fear of space. That does complicate things a bit. Not a lot, but a little bit. I mean, I could fly my vessel (well not me, obviously, someone who's a lower rank) and stay just beneath the atmosphere, but I think that would make it more of an "airship" and less of a "spaceship". Not that an "airship" is a bad thing, but it just doesn't have the same power as "spaceship". It sort of sounds like "hot air baloon" which isn't at all what I'm going for. Hrm, this seems to get more and more complicated. I'll get back to you with new information as soon as I've acquired some.
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