Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl, Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all; The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew, Of pilots green and many, foolish too; We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail, Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest; From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide, Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide; At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul, They took me in, they gave me a home; I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame, Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame; Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new, Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view; My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread, New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.