By Walt Whitman wrote:O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
chesiam ship art
because
crimly
gave me feels
and in case you're wondering
they were abducted
and then they escaped
that's pretty much it
and cheshire used her shirt as a tourniquet
so there's that
now time for more feels
-eyes crimly-
eue
















