RE: Takeover6 Apr 2026 07:30
I stood at the dock, the boat almost gone,Tickets were cheap just weeks before dawn.They called out “Last boarding!” — I ran, out of breath,“401!” I gasped — expensive but I’ve cheated death.
The rope pulled tight, the shoreline grew small,“Doesn’t matter,” I laughed, “I made it after all.”Late to the journey, but still I’m aboard,“401 strong buy!” I proudly roared.
The waters were calm, the price rising fast,“They said I’d missed it — but I’m here at last.”Wind in the sails, the horizon in sight,“See? 401… I timed this just right.”
But clouds started forming, the deck felt unsure,A creak in the hull I tried to ignore.“It’s fine,” I kept shouting, “this ship’s going far—401 is destiny, follow the star!”
The waves grew violent, the numbers fell through,From deck into darkness the cold panic grew.Still gripping the rail, whispering once more…“401… we’re going… I’m sure…”
Then silence. Then slipping. The ocean turned cold.No cheers left to echo, no story to hold.
Just one final cry as I sank from the boat—
GET ME OFF