When the entropy of a system goes above the charts, it is pretty clear that a revolt is on the cards. The captn of the ship with high levels of immunity, leading a group of young sophisticated sailors aboard a rough sea. Some are bound to fall, some were falling sick. When the captn showed least concern, the murmurs started spreading in the crew. It was a jitter that spread through the sea and united the crew as one. With recent sense of independence among the mates, they built courage on each other's shoulders. For they decided, they cannot hold it anymore. It was time to act and time to speak up. One had to stand for all. All had to sit for one. Post sunset was the time, when they gathered on the deck. For they were anything but happy in the least. It was the anger in them ready to fight back. But the civil behind their masks made them calm and relaxed. There was no question that the captn can pass. He was answerable to one and all below his knees. In a civilized way we carried out the progression. The first mate promised us monday to be the day, the improvements will begin. With a sense of commitment, the crew pacified. We accepted the desert and the surroundings. It was by choice that we boarded this ship. And it will be us who will take this back ashore. Even though the sceptics lost confidence in the captn, with a longing for Monday, we got back to work.
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| Captn addressing the crew |
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