There's huge, massive mother ships going up to the Yukon. They've been filmed and are on video.
We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.