The Last Drakkar

I stood alone, watching, as the stars streamed past the window set into the hull of the B.C. Revenant; 

I placed one scaled paw against the slightly curved glass, wondering as I did so, whether I would be able to catch a star, if only I tried hard enough. 

That wish, unsurprisingly, proved fruitless, as fruitless as my search for another like me. 

In all the years aboard the Revenant, I had yet to find another Drakkar. 

I wondered then, if perhaps I wasn't the last, after all; the last Drakkar, the last fighter, the last of everything.