Nathan Kelevra
10-22-2010, 03:32 PM
When the ship was finally found, It was abandoned and without a sail.
Tragically, It shouldn't have happen at all.
The ship's sail was supposed to have been the greatest sail ever produced.
Sadly and it was not to be...
In it's previous life it had been a magnificent piece of artwork.
The paint scheme in of it self had been responsible for several articles on it's overwhelming beauty.
"The Makers of the Sail"
The sails image was that of beautiful squall.
It had detailed images of people falling overboard.
Sharks eating people.
Dolphins staying a safe distance way... laughing at the carnage
In retrospect, Maybe it wasn't that inspiring.
However, at the time. It one of a kind.
The sail was made by a collective group.
In this famed group There was a egomaniac, eccentric painter.
He was the best painter money could buy.
There was a scientist of the highest IQ.
This scientist pushed the boundaries of science.
Other scientist were afraid of her.
Constantly asking her. "What are you doing? you'll kill us all!!"
She replied the same way every time. "I'm pushing boundaries"
Finally a world famous sculptor.
His hands could melt and mold even the dirtiest of metals.
He could turn used up clay into spellbind works of art.
They took the DNA material from each of these genius.
Eventually combining the DNA into a genetically modify baby.
When this baby reached 27 years of age it was deemed ready.
"The Material"
For the material to be used for the sail they violated every possible animal
combination known to mankind. After several failed attempts the diabolical combination came together.
It consisted of the wool from a orphaned sheep.
The tiniest silkworm.
A spider who until a week ago, did not exist.
Finally, the ugliest, most ill-tempered surviving unicorn.
"The Voyage"
The maiden voyager was smooth and event free for the first 100 miles.
Then. It happened...
There started to be a ripping, a tearing sound.
This couldn't be! It was impossible!
This was supposed to be an industrious material!
Slowly. Ever so slowly did the sail unravel.
Birds of prey and non-birds of prey mingled in the clouds
watching. laughing. pooping.
Birds are not a kind animal to those stranded at sea.
Whales floated by giving snaky comments.
Or it just seemed that way.
Sharks started playing rock paper scissor to see who would claim the human bounty.
Unfortunately, the sharks inability to form anything other than paper caused endless stalemates.
Shark #1: That's a rock!
Shark #2: How is that rock! You did the same thing I did!
Shark #1: We'll wait til he falls in and decide from there.
Shark #2: Isn't that how we always do it.
It was bleak indeed for our sailboat captain.
How did this happen?
What had been the reason for this failure?
Simple.
The man who came from the super DNA of the scientist, sculptor, artist.
The man who was responsible for building the sail.
Had majored in economics in college.
He had made many mentions of this to those in charge.
They all ignored all his pleas.
They told him not to worry as he had the world best genetic material.
He couldn't possibly screw up.
The Moral of the Story:
Don't trust a economic major to build you a sailboat.
A lesson learned by the sinking of the Titanic.
Tragically, It shouldn't have happen at all.
The ship's sail was supposed to have been the greatest sail ever produced.
Sadly and it was not to be...
In it's previous life it had been a magnificent piece of artwork.
The paint scheme in of it self had been responsible for several articles on it's overwhelming beauty.
"The Makers of the Sail"
The sails image was that of beautiful squall.
It had detailed images of people falling overboard.
Sharks eating people.
Dolphins staying a safe distance way... laughing at the carnage
In retrospect, Maybe it wasn't that inspiring.
However, at the time. It one of a kind.
The sail was made by a collective group.
In this famed group There was a egomaniac, eccentric painter.
He was the best painter money could buy.
There was a scientist of the highest IQ.
This scientist pushed the boundaries of science.
Other scientist were afraid of her.
Constantly asking her. "What are you doing? you'll kill us all!!"
She replied the same way every time. "I'm pushing boundaries"
Finally a world famous sculptor.
His hands could melt and mold even the dirtiest of metals.
He could turn used up clay into spellbind works of art.
They took the DNA material from each of these genius.
Eventually combining the DNA into a genetically modify baby.
When this baby reached 27 years of age it was deemed ready.
"The Material"
For the material to be used for the sail they violated every possible animal
combination known to mankind. After several failed attempts the diabolical combination came together.
It consisted of the wool from a orphaned sheep.
The tiniest silkworm.
A spider who until a week ago, did not exist.
Finally, the ugliest, most ill-tempered surviving unicorn.
"The Voyage"
The maiden voyager was smooth and event free for the first 100 miles.
Then. It happened...
There started to be a ripping, a tearing sound.
This couldn't be! It was impossible!
This was supposed to be an industrious material!
Slowly. Ever so slowly did the sail unravel.
Birds of prey and non-birds of prey mingled in the clouds
watching. laughing. pooping.
Birds are not a kind animal to those stranded at sea.
Whales floated by giving snaky comments.
Or it just seemed that way.
Sharks started playing rock paper scissor to see who would claim the human bounty.
Unfortunately, the sharks inability to form anything other than paper caused endless stalemates.
Shark #1: That's a rock!
Shark #2: How is that rock! You did the same thing I did!
Shark #1: We'll wait til he falls in and decide from there.
Shark #2: Isn't that how we always do it.
It was bleak indeed for our sailboat captain.
How did this happen?
What had been the reason for this failure?
Simple.
The man who came from the super DNA of the scientist, sculptor, artist.
The man who was responsible for building the sail.
Had majored in economics in college.
He had made many mentions of this to those in charge.
They all ignored all his pleas.
They told him not to worry as he had the world best genetic material.
He couldn't possibly screw up.
The Moral of the Story:
Don't trust a economic major to build you a sailboat.
A lesson learned by the sinking of the Titanic.