sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we’ll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.