One night my brother and I were walking down the long dock that wrapped the east side of the island. At the end of the docks where the nicest boat, some large yachts other long sailing charters. My favorite ship was at the very end of all the boats. It was a sailing ship made of wood and painted black, it floated six feet off the water and was about eight feet across and twenty feet long. The mast reached up far in to the night sky and the perfect white sales shook with the gentle wind. In the morning I walked to the end of the dock to take a photo, but it had already left the harbor.