“Hale!' Kat cried, but the boy only stared at her. 'Fine,' she conceded. 'I love your boat.''Ship.''Ship ... Your ship is beautiful.”
“Aye, ‘tis a legend. Yet, ‘tis also true. Cause that ship sailed under a different name once. Her name was Banshee’s Cry, and she was a fine ship. She was … my ship.Captain Daniel 'Drake' Davies.”
“Ship, lady. This here’s a ship,” he said defensively, as if she’d told him, “Your penis: I find it minuscule.”
“What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.”
“The ship did not leave without you. It left to make room for your ship soon to arrive....the power of hope and faith.”
“Gwen," he said in acknowledgement."Your darkness-ship," she returned with a bow.”