"O captain, my captain! Our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won…"
The Dolphin hummed as she sailed across the sea. Britain sat in his room leaning against the wall, his head in his hands as he cried. In his hazel eyes old, tired tears shone in the moon light eliminating from his open window, he was happy that they got 002 back okay, but what he wasn't happy about was…
"The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, while follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring…"
Jet sat unhappily on the couch crying silently, everyone had been moping about after the fight last night.
This is what happened:
Joe ran down the hall, his breaths came in short, sharp intakes. Even with his time thingey (yes that was in MY way of ness, ness) he needed to hurry. He was slowing down; he had been running in this maze for hours. Suddenly he saw a light down the hall, Joe ran as fast as he could without his time thingey ma-bob. He opened the door to find evil Black Ghost minions and 002. Jet's head hung limply as the evil minion dudes tortured him. With each flick of a switch he would let out a shrill scream. Joe's eyes felled with tears as he saw what was happening to his loved one, his hand landed on his Blaster and he shot at the evil minion dudes.
Jet used all of his energy that he could muster and looked up to see Joe. G.B ran into the room with Albert, Pyunma, G JR and Chang, they all spread out and did well their own Cyborgey things. Suddenly there was a huge explosion as Joe tried to get Jet down, Albert ran over to help him. As soon as Jet was down, Joe said:
"Take him away all of you, I'll stay here and deal with these idiots."
Half way down the hallway the others heard a high pitch male scream. Britain went to go back but:
"NO! He told us to leave him 007 and that's what we're going to do!" Albert said.
"But o heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my captain lies, fallen clod and dead."
"O captain! My captain! Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for your 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."
My captain dose not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father dose not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The sip is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in the object won:"
"Exult, o shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and…"
G.B stopped writing; it all just sunk in.
"Fallen cold and dead."