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One last sail
That fateful night, I'm more than happy to meet with fellow pirates for one last mug of rum, a jig on the sand and a hearty goodbye Amazonian hug.
But, my last minutes will be aboard me beloved Crimson Widow which I've owned since I could first afford a War Frigate. I will feel her oak decks beneath my bare soles one last time, the salty breeze in my hair again as we head for that last horizon.
The ship will be open to anyone who wishes to step aboard for one final run until they pull the plug.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You think she'll hold together?
Zoë: She's torn up plenty, but she'll fly true.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Could be bumpy.
Zoë: Always is.
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