+rep i miss u :(

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

do i need to send help ?

+rep

If this account is offline for more than 24 hours, send help. Sending help already, it's been 42 hours already

Good trader!