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Dramatic Monologue from Arthur

(Arthur stands at the prow, wind tangling his cloak.)

“Mother’s voice rides on every gust.

I feel her laughter in the creak of timber,

her courage in the spray that drenches my face.

Here, where ancestors carved their promise into ice,

I stand untested yet unafraid.

The storm is but a gauntlet thrown down by fate—

and I will meet it. Each wave that thrashes our bow

is an echo of those who dared before me.

I will honour their passage, not as a ghost but as

living proof that home is earned in every heave and haul.

Astragard awaits, its towers a beacon

of all I once was—and all I will become.

Let the world tremble at the name of Arthur Ross,

for I carry both the weight of legacy

and the fire of my own forging. This voyage is mine.”