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I have been called Unité and Nemesis.
The wind sang in my rigging.
I served to the best of my abilities.
I had many a captain and many a crew.
I watched midshipmen learn their trade.
They made no difference to me.
One of them returns to me.
The wind sings in my rigging.
His eyes shine when he looks at me
He is quick to defend me to others
His voice is gentle when he speaks of me.
His hands caress my curves
He loves me like no other
He makes all the difference to me.