I *love* those big ships. They're so absurdly huge, they utterly throw off one's sense of proportion about the world. The *cathedral* in this town does that, because it's up there on this massive jutting rock, and it's this beautiful little Victorian town beneath it and then there's this disconcerting massive Gothic cathedral sitting above it, but the ships are even more absurd. Walking alongside one (especially if it's beginning to move) is like walking beside a cliff that's starting to shift. There's *nothing* but the ship in your peripheral vision. It's incredibly bizarre.
miles to Minas Tirith: 83
