ships have always struck a cord with me. I read a great book as a girl called The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. Its about a british girl who crossed the Atlantic in a ship and learns how to sail and gets caught up in the drama of a boat run by a cruel captain. the drama and salt air are intoxicating.
i love the idea of traveling the open seas by the stars and the storms that make you realize how small you really are.
on sundays small sailboats fill the bay.
steam cargo ships chug through every evening when i walk the dogs.
when i went to camp we sailed in sail boats and almost drowned, atleast dumped the boat over, multiple times.
ships are the most romantic form of travel i know and i hope to sail in one soon.