The Admiral

The Admiral
Current mood:Determined

In an assumptive difference of equations, I think that scatter-blasting is a primordial design. I wrote this about a year and a half ago.

MY ADMIRAL

Admiral Chakam-Lamaar was sitting at a desk in his office on an air-galleon flagship, finishing his daily report and log. After he was done he stood up, went over to his hat rack, removed his long dark-blue overcoat and admiral's cap and put them on. Fastening his coat together, he exited his quarters on to the deck and approached the railing. The strong winds of the high air rushed through his big bushy mustache and beard, and his coat. His eyes were almost entirely concealed, as he squinted through his thick eyebrows. He put his hands on the railing and observed his large fleet of ships surrounding his own. They dotted all around the admiral's flagship, hundreds of bulky, elaborate, heavily armed air-galleons; above, below, in front, behind, and to the sides, the ships sailed swiftly through the sky over the battle-torn, barren wasteland of Mendaria with their large and glorious, billowing sails, reflecting majesty, might, and strength to the light of the rising sun on the horizon. Admiral Lamaar smirked, pleased by the grandeur and intimidation of his fleet. This, he thought, will be a great and mighty match against Chugg-Rashuk and his vast orc-armada. He clenched his hand into a fist and lightly pounded the railing.
Another shipmate in an officer's uniform walked up to the railing next to Admiral Lamaar. Chakam looked at him for a moment; the man had a full facial beard and mustache, but was neatly cut and trimmed. He then returned to his gaze towards the horizon.
"Good morning, Admiral." said the man .
"Captain Durak," said the admiral.
"I trust you slept well last night?" asked Durak.
Chakam chuckled, and rested his forearms on the railing "Captain, I never sleep at night, when I'm on my ship. I'm always filled with excitement in anticipation for the break of battle to deliver my commands to the sailors and unleash the fury of the fleet on my enemies."
"What do you do at night, my admiral?" pressed the captain
"I rest, plan, think, fret, and do many other things to occupy myself until the sun rises again." explained Chakam
They both said nothing for several minutes. In that time Durak admired his admiral. He had been fighting wars for the better part of his life. He was old, seasoned and unbeatable in combat; a brilliant commander, and never gave in to opposition of any kind.
A minor officer came up to Durak and handed him a note. Durak read it and turned to Chakam.
"We will meet Chugg-Rashuk and his armada within 3 hours, my admiral." Durak reported
Admiral Lamaar stood up, turned around, and clasped his hands behind his back "Ready the fleet for battle captain. We'll begin our attacks as soon as the enemy is in sight."
The captain nodded his head and walked away to give the admiral's prepared orders to the rest of the fleet.
Admiral Chakam-Lamaar looked up at the flagship's enormous sails bulging ferociously with the wind, appearing like a white fire. He took a deep breath, turned around and staring defiantly at the horizon which would eventually bring him the vast deadly enemy armada. He beckoned danger to come and dare engage with him. Tentatively, the wind stirred and rushed through his hair and clothing, making him look like a firm, old, battered flag in the distance, waving, remaining strong as ever. It seemed at that moment, that any foe, would have to have the same courage, as that of a small man going up against a hundred ferocious beasts, as to that of going up against Chakam in battle, and they would surely await a bitter, grueling challenge.
I'm coming for you Rashuk, I advise you prepare for the unleashing of the mighty fury of my fleet of powerful galleons and strong veteran sailors, thought the admiral as he and his fleet sailed on through the air into the sunrise.