A Pale Blue Dot 🌍

Squadron numb'rsBe clickin' t' be addin'/dismissin' th' squadron fro' yer spyin' lis'

Squadron be call'd: A Pale Blue Dot 🌍
Squadron website: Nay site list'd
First sail'd t'gether: Voyage 76, Race 1
Chalices: 0
Knockout flagons: 0
Tot'l prizes: 131.93
Av'rage prizes/race: 0.34
Av'rage prizes/voyage: 5.83
Av'rage rankin': 1,956.16
Most prizes in a race: 7.40 (Voyage 76, Race 17)
Voyage coordinates: 2200
Voyage prizes: 0
Squadron accolades:

Ahoy! 0% unlocked

 (0/21)
Most cap'ns in Elite: 0
Cap'ns raised to Elite: 0
Boat races represented in:
Elite:0(0%)
Master:0(0%)
Pro:0(0%)
Amateur:32(38.1%)
Rookie:52(61.9%)
Tot'l victors 'n' plinths:
Victors:17(20.2%)
Plinths:34(40.5%)
Joss this voyage:
Victors:0
Plinths:0
Thralls o' th' Pirate King: 0
Berths: 0 (Squadrons wi' nay cap'ns)

Be comandeerin' thi' squadron

Comandeerin' a scuttl'd squadron be costin' ye $5.000.000 'f ye be a form'r captain o' th' squadron, else 't be costin' ye $7.500.000. Any postin's fro' th' squadron jabb'r be gone 'n nay be a part o' th' bargain'. E'erythin' else fro' th' squadron past still be thar, includin' th' colours, numb'rs 'n prizes per voyage. Only cap'ns 'n Amateur 'n 'bove 'n not owin' booty be able t' be comandeerin' scuttle'd squadrons.

Comandeerin' th' squadron A Pale Blue Dot 🌍 be costin' ye $7.500.000.

Squadron figurehead

Pirate song  |   Cap'n vitals  |   Thin's tha' be done  |   Races fro' previous challenges  |   'appen'd  |   Spies
“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”