I’m on a miniature riverboat or a Chinese junk, or a wooden houseboat with a paddle wheel. I’m captain and crew. The inlet is crowded with vessels from earlier ages of sea-going vessels: hollowed out canoes, reed boats, a schooner, a pinnace. There’s an old dock and a pier and it’s crowded with vendors hawking their wares, but I can’t tell what they’re selling, and I don’t care. I have to take a piss, desperately. There’s nothing more important than that. As my boat floats clo...
