Ah, the Mayweather – architectural marvel, scourge of the Western Front, queen amongst ships…home. Watch how the light of a thousand candles dances upon her sun-bleached hull, how in the dead of night her old crew honors her still, years after that fateful day. Listen to the mournful creak of rotting wood and flap of weathered sails in coastal breeze, to the strained last breaths of her old captain spending his final hours in their office, finding solace in her embrace of mahogany and memories of brighter days. Feel the commanding pride that she holds still, and her rough, sand-speckled bow that had not met the sea since days long past – indeed, to call the Mayweather a wreck would be an insult to her very memory, and to the crew that still calls her home.
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