The limenarch allots the moorings and polices the comings and goings. Then laden, battened down, it’s out and away, breasting the waves, course determined by weather and tides, captained and crewed with skill and intent, ignoring the terror that comes when a small thing knows it cannot react decisively against tsunami or becalming.

Swashbuckling, fully rigged or proceeding under their own steam, all are still subject to climate, weather, mechanical delays, economic cycles, political exigencies and pirates.

Broken bottles at the launch of boats and books, and cracked glass when they fail.