Horatio Hornblower In Space
It’s all about visiting uncharted territory.
The shores of home behind us
We’ve long ago passed Mars
We’ve sailed with joy through asteroids
As we rush to touch the stars
And before us now the giants stretch
At distances most heinous
But still we press and shall not rest
Until we touch Uranus.
Though Jupiter foreboding
Though Neptune be beyond
Though Venus be so far away and of it we are fond
Our prize is duty, honor, oath
We won’t be rich or famous
But rest forsake, until we wake
And finally touch Uranus.
So let not the dull and tedious
Who never had a dream
Let not those children tied to home
Of our desires scream
For sailing men do what they must
And our desire’s plainest
We go where no one’s gone before
And so, we touch Uranus.
Wear this shirt: while playing Spelljammer. Aw, what? You never played Spelljammer? Man, I can’t believe you never- oh, hang on, I didn’t either. But great concept, right? I bet somebody had a blast with that game.
Don’t wear this shirt: without doing a little research on that ship. Is it a sloop? A pinnace? A galleon? You’ve got to know these things if you want to be taken seriously as a t-shirt owner.
This shirt tells the world: “Yeah, Mom’s always been very eager, that’s why I don’t bring a lot of people home.”
We call this color: The Silver Sea Of Stars
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