My chef d'œuvre

Six ships were rowing into the abyss, all summoned by the great God of the waters. Six ships were rowing with purpose and with stride. One from the great imperial power of England, one from the sea fairing nation of Spain, one bearing passage from the mighty and feared nation of Russia, one from the proud country of Germany, another from the orient of China, and a final from the foolish nation of America. Along the way, so told Poseidon, great troubles and quarrels shall these countries encounter. Through the turmoil of the first great sea storm- so did Germany attempt to board the vassel of England, as their goods did they enquire. When the swells and gray had relented-so did the vission of these two great naval nations. And was left the notions of Spain, Russia, China, and America. Upon the second challenge, after the clearing of this tragedy, was the withdrawl of China, for the reward did not match the sacrifice as far as they could foretell. And thus it was: Spain, Russia, and America. Upon the third obsticale did they reach- a land of ice and entrapment and within did the sea fairing nation of Spain relent; they knew not of such traversing. But onward did Russia carry: they knew of such troubles, and onward did America carry: they cared not of such troubles. And so did these two seekers contend: equal in stern, brow, and star board as runners, both gifted with the talents of each other, and beaching upon the land they both seeked, they saw an image of which neither could speak: Upon this ground, was already a flag stricken deep. And near it was a declaration written in sand: I claim this land in the name of our Lord and God Herschel Walker.