Ropes

Ah yes, you can enter the 'belly of the ship' but can you EXIT the belly? Perhaps, once crossing the threshold, a steel door slams shut behind you and you're trapped, lost in complete darkness of this listing, groaning hulk, stumbling blindly over the bones of the poor souls who came before you and with each fall, you are reminded that you will never leave the belly of this beast...
But I digress- Great pictures, by the way...

JHC, I am gasping with claustrophobia after reading your comment! =8-o

That catwalk isn't leading me anywhere!

This place would be soooo spooky at night...on Halloween. Shivers.

PERO DONDE ESTA ESO EN EE.UU. PERO ES MUI BONITO

You guys take some really neat pictures. I like old houses, old ships. all that old stuff. I wonder if anyone will like me old???

We like Puddleboy...

Dulcinea_Lady: That's why Motts carries a flashlight! He may be lost, but at least he can see that he's lost! :D

Time makes nonsense shapes............but the spirit must be alive!

So do they just let these things waste away And then kind of chop them up? Why don't they do that to begin with?

each wreck has a soul if only..........

The mooring rope looks taught and under some tesion, perhaps, the ship is trying to make one more 'Break for it'

Old Ships
By David Morton
1886-1957
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There is a memory stays upon old ships,
A weightless cargo in the musty hold, --
Of bright lagoons and prow-caressing lips,
Of stormy midnights, -- and a tale untold.
They have remembered islands in the dawn,
And windy capes that tried their slender spars,
And tortuous channels where their keels have gone,
And calm blue nights of stillness and the stars.

Ah, never think that ships forget a shore,
Or bitter seas, or winds that made them wise;
There is a dream upon them, evermore; --
And there be some who say that sunk ships rise
To seek familiar harbors in the night,
Blowing in mists, their spectral sails like light.

What a beautiful poem. Thanks, Riverhousebill!

Still hasn't stopped me freaking out at the sight of these rotting hulks though...