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𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙐.𝙎. 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨𝙠𝙞, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙜𝙚
𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙐.𝙎. 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨𝙠𝙞, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝘾𝙈𝘾 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙡𝙪, 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙞.
𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩-𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙐.𝙎. 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙙.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬. 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬.
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may 6th, 2025
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F̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞l̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞W̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞r̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞g̳̿͟͞
F̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞l̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞W̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞r̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞g̳̿͟͞
F̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞l̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞W̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞r̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞g̳̿͟͞
F̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞l̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞W̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞r̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞g̳̿͟͞
𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘴
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚄.𝚂. 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝
𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘴
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚄.𝚂. 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍.
𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚛𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝙺. 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟺𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝟸𝟹 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚄.𝚂. 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
F̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞l̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞W̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞a̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞r̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞i̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞n̳̳̿̿͟͟͞͞g̳̿͟͞
April 24th, 2025
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 #100
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 #100
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 #100
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 #100
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 #100
𝘐𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 2023, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢 U.S. Coast Guard 𝘔𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵
𝘐𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 2023, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢 U.S. Coast Guard 𝘔𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦-𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 #100
march 30th, 2025
𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 U.S. Coast Guard Maritime Law Enforcement Academy.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝙾𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.
𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.”
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, “𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.” 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 “𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 “𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝.” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝; 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, “𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.”
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊? 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝.
𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙲𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢?
𝙾𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟻, 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘.
𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝:
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍:
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖:
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.
