Let me tell you about a story about a ship with a curse. It was a clipper, not that well made but still good enough to be ocean going. It had a curse since its launch in the 1990s. It was launched under the Aquarius moon with a huge gash to its keel. The Keel was an important part of the ship which the ship together. The shipwrights never saw the gash and after inspections realised that the ship could sail but could never withstand any shock caused by dropping the anchor or going near the currents that could bring it to faraway lands.

All its life it has been sailing near the shores and faithfully carrying the hopes and dreams of others. It had always wondered how it would feel to sail in the open seas with the horizon stretching to all sides. It could only see other ships coming in from the open seas. He could only wonder how it felt.

The people on the land started a war and soon this little clipper was brought to war. He was reinforced and brought far away to battle! to arms! he was strong he was powerful and he could now bear the storms. Soon the storms proved too much for the little clipper.

He could do nothing but say:

I was cursed to drift in this endless sea. Never to anchor on any shore. Bound by the waves and never let go. Because every time I anchored down the waves would batter my ship relentlessly with the force of a thousand gales. And I do not like this curse. But I'll live with it. As a ship is meant to sail and drift. My destiny is to be alone and free. For calmer seas is a smoother ride and rough seas put up a fight. All hail this mighty curse for no one is to make this clear.