The kind of ship that looked like a show pony instead of something that actually went to sea belonged to billionaires and yachtsmen who sailed from one pretentious port to the next, avoiding anything so contentious as a rainstorm. A real crew commanded a real ship into the great open frontier of the ocean and all the dangers it held. The Huntress was a real goddamn ship. After all, a ship in harbor is safe enough, but that’s not what a ship is for, Thomas thought, paraphrasing a favorite quote.
