A ship, a pale storm in the mighty winds became so green as hue Ancients of spirits saw the windswept spirit as bold...but new Lo, then dirt and malice rises above through the deep dark blue Ravages the splinterered vector off the safety of comfort it once knew Threw the ship ill forgotten, rummaging through deep waters of inertia begotten As he recollects debris one managed to saunter to As to what sticks to the shoe Alas for 38 years was true! And the 39th...