And again for a bit of fun...6 Jun 2025 10:49
A Toast on the Leandra
(A Vision of MSAR Glory)
On the deck of the Leandra, crisp with sea-born air,
Jason Miles sat smiling, in a tailored evening flare.
The skyline of Manhattan, bold against the dusk,
Gleamed like silent witness to a pact of global trust.
Beside him, Cargill’s titan laughed, his glass held to the light,
While MSC’s grand captain signed with flair and firm delight.
No briefcase nor a dataroom —just caviar and cheer,
And flutes of finest champagne raised to a golden year.
The ship, a steel cathedral, hummed with engine pride,
As MSAR’s flame of promise burned brighter at their side.
A fuel reborn from science, from Quadrise labs below,
Now set to sail with cargo kings, where only giants go.
“No more the crude conventions,” Jason boldly said,
“We’ll fuel the world with vision, let the past be buried dead.”
The CEOs both nodded, their pens now wet with ink,
Each signature a fortune—and more than one might think.
The sea, it seemed, applauded; the wind gave gentle praise,
As dollars danced in futures, and shareholders sang in praise.
A contract for the ages, sealed beneath the stars,
Bound not just by profit—but ambition without bars.
So let the records show it, in bold and gilded font:
That MSAR found its moment, on a ship and not in want.
For on that fated evening, with champagne’s final gleam,
Three men rewrote the oil game—and lived the Quadrise dream.