A ship brandishing on the hills,
In the voyage of brutal sand rills,
Verdure, a dream, cannot be seen,
Slumber, inevitable with masquerade keen.
Nay, the future, no one can presage, 86 more words
The naceles attached to the USS Theodore were just placeholders, cause they weren´t built by me. This changed now, cause I built my own naceles. Intentionally they are a bit different from the naceles of the traditional Ambassador class, just minor things that probably you won´t notice at the first look. 7 more words
May to Sep – 9 Nights Quantum of the seas