The Death of the Moth King

For years I had a recurring dream. (I have a lot of recurring dreams. Mostly they are anxiety dreams about responsibility) In this dream I am aboard a slave ship. I am the Moth King. Chief of a tribe that has been thrown in chains. The other people in the tribe turn to me for guidance. I can tell them nothing. Half way across the ocean on a beautiful sunny afternoon the captain decides to throw me overboard. And I am left in the sea, watching the ship shrink into the distance. Everything is so peaceful.