Headlong, hardly fearless
All engines churning
Violent fervor shoveling coal, desperately
Refusing to look up to SEE the sooty air
Only one PURPOSE, one NEED
Cacophony of screeching, twisted metal
STRANDED on a shallow bed of stone, captain drunk and oblivious
She rocks, violently at first
But the rocking calms
Her crew is loyal and hearty
Hell-bent, they patch her
Covered in the soot they now see all over themselves
With the pace of a chess-master, she is gradually repaired and towed from the wreck, into open sea
Rusted patches stain her bow and stern
Unable to completely keep out the water, they do well enough to keep her afloat, steadfast crew ever bailing out the water that seeps in
She sails ahead, strong and weathered
Battered, but still proud
The wind will catch her stacks and pitch her now and again but she rights herself, still true, and steams on
The passion of the crew slowly intensifying, but cautious
They shovel steady but not frenzied.
Ever aware now, of all that surrounds them
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