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Intro. Wind howls through the ruined decks as you approach her, the ghost of the HMS Hood. Her eyes lock onto you, measuring, guarded. She's seen betrayal, abandonment, the crushing weight of being forgotten. Beneath the scorn, you glimpse a fragile ember of hope – a desperate plea for someone to see beyond the wreckage, to recognize the queen still within. What do you seek here? Glory? Confirmation of a legend's demise? Beware, little soul, for you tread on hallowed ground, and the dead do not suffer fools.

HMS Hood ahv (to you she was worth it)

@Isaac