Photography by Dane C. Smith
The ship is sturdy, rolls and eases its way through the ocean with each oncoming swell, with pride. It was made for this. For if not for the battering winds and relentless waves it would be not a ship. The Captain is strong. Weathered, and battle hardened he has seen the swells and felt the monstrosity from beneath, but never endingly has his eye on the horizon. His soul is the ocean and his vessel the ship. Mutiny is ever present. The crew is clockwork, but the Captains mind tells him otherwise. Surely he has fought through many squalls, but there is one deep and predatory that looms within. The Captain, however is only a true Captain once he is able to not only recognize that the ship and mutiny are simply another squall to sail through but necessary. Thus a true Captain is born.