Ah that title makes me feel like a poet. A really shitty poet. If I had a long beard, I would be stroking it in contemplation right now.
Hm... that's a thought for later. A long dignified beard...
on the docks, mere moments before the start of the bombardment - Ms. Hibiki sent a suspicious glance across the ferry. In her hands she clutched at a clipboard, one that clearly stated the expected arrival (...)