~ I was messing around on youtube and stumbled across kiminem1210, who turned the poem O Captain! My Captain by Walt Whitman into a song. Absolutely beautiful, and this is what I thought of when I listened. Sad thoughts, but I hope you enjoy.
Suggested listening: O Captain! My Captain by Walt Whitman, sung by kiminem1210. Music starts at 00:30. www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=n9mfnpZCdpw ~
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First Mate Fai Flourite was numb. There was no other way to describe the lack of feeling in him. There was no shock, no fear, no anger. Just the slow path of his tears trailing down his cheeks and dripping to the ground.
They had made it, found their stupid treasure, fought off every attack, and were so close to the Nihon they called home. So close that Fai could see the port from where he stood. Or he would be able to see it, if he could make his eyes move from the blood dripping down Kurogane's chest.
Mutiny.
Syaoran, always the loyal one, had acted so fast that Fai registered his movement and even had time to wonder why he was attacking Fei Wang out of nowhere before he saw Kurogane fall to his knees. And Yuko, so perceptive, had leapt to Fai's side to block Ashura's blow before the first drop of blood hit the deck.
Fai's lips finally parted and he managed to get out one word: "Kurogane!" Before Yuko could stop him, he crossed the deck that had dissolved into fights and dropped to Kurogane's side, pressing his hands to the Captain's cold cheeks. Fai was dreaming. He had to be dreaming.
But Kurogane didn't answer Fai's panicked cries. By the time they pulled into dock, Yui, Syaoran, Sakura, and Yuko had rounded up the mutineers.
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Captain Fai faced the sea aboard the deck of The Lost Sunset, the ghost of the smile he wore by default tugging at his lips. The rest of his crew had already unboarded for the day in port, but Fai could never seem to tear himself away from the deck where his Captain had once lain, fallen cold and dead.
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~ Poem, in case you have no access to youtube (original punctuation, spelling, and capitalization):
O Captain, my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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O Captain, my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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100 Themes Challenge #51: Betrayal ~