Drifting among the space debris like a wounded whale, the ship dwarfed most of its accompanying asteroids. Dark windows dotted its hull above its lateral line. Below the ribbed line, docking ports waited to accept visitors. Its domed, oculus eye seemed closed in sleep. The engine array was cold, unused. The gravity wheel was still, unneeded. The retractable fins were drawn close as if to comfort itself through the long years of disuse. Yet, the hull gleamed, untarnished. (Excerpt from The Navigator, written by the artist) Watercolor.