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piracy now isn't so different from piracy as i knew it centuries ago

at the end of the day it doesn't matter a bit how the technology has changed as long as your motivations are the same: money, a misguided sense of yourself and the universe, or if you've simply got problems controlling your impulses.

the sorry bit of it is that when one involves oneself in a dangerous occupation there are often unpleasant consequences. those who live in violence will likely meet a violent end and that's that

i realise aside from the bare essentials the contrasts are exceedingly stark but i can't help but be caught in nostalgia especially after having been lost on this accursed floating deathtrap for God knows how long. weeks i assume

if only i could stand on the deck of a rolling ship and feel the spray of water and the breath of wind that hasn't been recycled and pumped from hand-crafted gardens. recent events have made me feel more at home and yet

there is no natural place for a country to be but on his or her own landmass

i therefore should not be adrift in space

and i do not belong here.

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[He's so used to skimming the network over smoke breaks at work that he doesn't even look at the number, not at first. And it's text, doesn't give away a thing (because there are more than a few people here who know age and history as well as they do, albeit under different circumstances), and so he skims skims skims looking for a few keywords

stops at ship and water and spray and all of that shit, thinks a poem - and inexplicably gets offended immediately after at the slight to the Gardens.]

They're not hand-crafted.

[Uh. Maybe you should read the rest before responding, Ned.]

... Really. It's not as if I was waxing poetic or anything.

[OF ALL THE THINGS TO ARGUE ABOUT... But sure, why not? Arguing for the sake of arguing is what the nations do best.]

[This five second pause brought to you by the realization that he's speaking to England. Oh. Time to memorize that number, Nederland.

Of course, yeah, that means that it's just instant bickering. Nations, man.]

Hope not. Even you've got better poets than that.

At least you're admitting it, finally. How long's it taken?

[Now this is more like it. Hopefully England can bring some ... 'fresh air' to the situation with the nations.

Until the 'new nation' smell wears off or something along those lines.]

[Just gonna. Casually flip to video, because he's biased toward nations. Gardens in the background, everyone is shocked, right.]

Thousand years after earth, if you wanna believe - [vague hand wave] - whoever.

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