On the day the ship was to be launched everything was perfect. The Captain and crew had worked many long hours preparing the ship. They had gone over it with a fine toothed comb and learned every inch of it. The passengers had booked their trips so they could say they were on the maiden voyage of this jewel of the western fleet.
The captain stood on the bridge of the ship, face turning red as he overlooked the miles of farmland ahead. Building a ship near the manufactures home town seemed like such a good idea at the time.
Barely Controlled Chaos
The Great Hites 