Our team sailed our project into rough waters. For some reason one team member absolutely could not understand why we needed to steer the bow of our ship into the waves. Despite every educational effort she kept insisting that we needed to take the waves broadside.
Then, one day she tried to grab hold of the helm. So, I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could, told her we'd die together, and jumped off the fucking boat.
The species is a very old design relative other species. It's had much more time to rise through the ranks.
Sturgeon '28.