We have swept to glory, Gallifrey's mastery expands
From the planet's northern delta to the dry dry southern sands
The more we find, the more we see, the more we come to learn
The more that we explore, the more we shall return
Fortune favors the brave!
Its all worked out, my road is clear
The lines of latitude extend
Way beyond my wildest dreams
Towards some great triumphant end
We seize the day, we turn the tide
We touched the stars, we mocked the grave
We moved into uncharted lands
Fortune favors the brave!
The more we find, the more we see
The more we come to learn
The more we that we explore,
The more we shall return
Nothing is an accident
We are free to have it all
We are what we want to be
Its in ourselves to rise or fall
This is easy to believe
When distant places call to me
Its harder from the palace yard
Fortune favors the free
Fortune favors the young!
Fortune favors the brave!
"Don't drop that, you buffoon! It's worth a fortune!" the young Capitan said as his soldiers loaded their spoils onto the ship. He grinned to himself, taking in the triumph of the spoils of war.
"Move along! Worthless scum!" a soldier said from behind him. He turned around to see a soldier shoving a group of frightened women onto the barge.
"Ah, what do we have here?" he asked as he walked over to the group of women.
"We found 'em back on Pyrovillia, Capitan. They were wanderin' around by the river and they tried to get away after one of us spotted 'em, but we caught 'em," the soldier said, grinning.
"Your planet's at war, yet you go poking your nose around the river's edge, trying to get a better look at what's happening to your planet? You must have a burning desire to see the world. Put this wench in chains," he said to me as he walked away from the women and I. "Did you finish that map?"
"Yes sir," the soldier replied, producing the map.
"Excelle- wait a minute. This is all wrong. From the observation deck, it looked like it curved more to the south, like this," the Capitan said, retracing the path so that it was accurate.
"Hey, you wench! Give that back!" a drunken sailor shouted as I snatched his sword from him and put it to his neck.
"Release them!" I said.
The young Capitan set the map down and walked over to me, his hand out.
"Hand it over. Now!" he barked.
"You took us from Pyrovillia…and now, you say we 'belong' to you, right?" I asked, the sword still at his neck.
"Yes."
"Well, I took this soldier from your ranks. So, according to you, he now belongs to me. Now, I demand you let them go!"
The Capitan said nothing, but smiled and motioned to the women. Taking the Capitan's hint, the soldiers grabbed them from behind and put their own swords to their hostages' neck. I set the stolen sword down in defeat and pushed the soldier away.
"Throw her in the brig," he snapped as he snatched his sword from the barge.
"No," the Capitan said, grinning. "I have a better use for her." He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down the steps to the ship's lower quarters.