“To a captain, a ship is...more than just something that carriers cargo from place to place. To someone who loves her, it don't matter if she's old. Or her decks aren't tidy. Or her paint is chipped." I placed my palm flat against the warm deck. "When you see her, with her sails standing high against the sky, it's like being punched in the chest. For a moment you can't breathe. Her beauty strikes you that hard. You understand the life in her, and it calls out to you. That's when you know you love a ship. That's when she's yours.”