Captains Log entry 7/31/21 (supplemental) – As a young man aboard the Flag Ship of the Fleet, every time I heard Taps played (Taps, Taps lights out. Maintain Silence about all decks. Now Taps.) I could only be amused as sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I live and breath for the on coming day. Though the dreamer must dream, I will dream forward into the dawn, and back again.
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