Caption: Ship Aground

Deck Officer:
"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;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."

Executive Officer: "Oh, that's just fine for him. He doesn't have to face the Captain's Mast tomorrow!"

(With sincere apologies to Walt Whitman....)
 

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