strangest places, strangest people, wonderings, aimlessly, meeting passing ships, flares go off in the night, a skipper sees the light, sounds the alarm, lets the boats loose on the open sea, or pirates raiding a helpless merchant vessel or armadas settin g the vast ocean aflame with the roar of cannons and ilk i'm still in the harbor, dry dock even, won't even let my hull touch water, the skipper looking down on his machine, his wife and lover, and seeing it battered and bruised, torn and cluttered with wartime wounds and holes the size of texas, with additional damage, missing internal parts, needing a new boiler, a new turbine, drive shafts needing work, retrofit with cannons, he's wondering, need to take some offensive power out into the night, instead of just walking tall into the dark expanse of sunless wonder