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"And all I ask is a tall ship..."
There are no white clouds in space. The clouds are black, purple, pink and green; the ship is not tall, but wide and flat with a forked tail; the tide and the wind and the spray have never been felt here, nor will they be.
But she is still his ship. He is her master. Not her heart, not her brain - for those two bickering blue-clad men stand at his right and his left in his kingdom - but her indomitable will.
And he still chooses a star to steer her by.