And She Breathes

            It is a peculiar thing, this ship. After some time aboard it you begin to realize it is far more than mere metal and wood, more than just a thing. You realize it breaths, and it become a she. She does far more than that too, deep from within the under birth of her bowel, with in the dungeon I call home, she grumbles and moans. From the grumbles that are found with in her bosom she gives us life, and more so a home, and while at times she can be a bit of a temperamental bitch, she is still ours and we love her. Yes this ship lives and we, we are merely apart of her life, no more no less. I know this for with in the quiet hours of the night, with in the solitude and silence of the darkness with in your mind, you can feel her presence. And the more time you spend with in the confines of her body the more you get to know her, the more you see that she is a beautiful thing.