FULL SPEED AHEAD. NOW. ⚓

— Captain— — Speak. — There’s a ship where there wasn’t one. — That’s impossible. — It’s matching us. Exactly. — Helm— — Sir? — FULL SPEED AHEAD. NOW. We run night seas, fuel and steel, Hands learn pain before they feel Three on deck, one on the wheel, Fast ships move because they will No prayers left, no debt unpaid, Every mile already made Salt in blood, iron trust, We don’t slow — we don’t discuss Wind stays calm, stars behave, Nothing tells us to be afraid That’s when silence pulls too tight, Like something matched our stride Right behind us — feel it breathing — every move we make it’s reading HEY — don’t slow HO — don’t wait Same direction, same escape, every second feeds the chase— IT’S CHASING — WE ACCELERATE HEY — drive / HO — drive HEY — drive / HO — drive Ghost ship singing in our wake Black hull cut where no wind goes, No sound thrown, no water rose Torn sails pulling smooth and straight, Not faster — just exact Someone stops and looks astern, Like memory starts to burn Like he’s seen this shape before, And knows what it asks for Same speed. Same line. Every fast ship Becomes mine. Then follow. Locked together — phase to phase — every correction sharpens fate HEY — don’t turn HO — don’t break It waits when we wait, it moves when we move— IT’S CHASING — WE ACCELERATE Ghost ship riding in our wake We cut a line we should’ve kept, Left a ship and never checked Watched its lights dissolve behind, Chose the run — left time Sea didn’t shout, sea didn’t swear, Just remembered who was there Now it follows speed like truth, Borrowing our youth I don’t steer — I synchronize Every mile I recognize Not here to pull them to the deep, Here to show what they won’t leave Ask me what this ship has been, Ask me what it’s become— I say we’re motion with a voice, And the sea sings along IS IT CLOSER?! NO. IS IT GONE?! NO. THEN WHAT IS IT DOING?! WAITING FOR US TO STOP. Steel and fire, borrowed time, Every fast ship crosses mine SPEED SALT STEEL WAKE Say it. WE RIDE. HEY — drive / HO — drive HEY — drive / HO — drive Ghost ship singing in our wake