“Ma’am, this ship is timeless.”...

The ship rises and falls...

A ship alone under a star filled sky...

“You’re joking.”...

“What are we doing?” he asks sitting on the lake dock...

We come to a barrier of concrete and spikes...

The cantankerous old scrap wagon rattled and chugged...

I shiver as the wind pelts me with carbon grit...

The hero paid a coin and stepped off the boat...