Lined up at the pier, the three ships descended in size
from the biggest the farthest out from shore to the smallest nearest the
boardwalk granting access to the city.
“They look like the three bears.” The woman in the white shorts said coming to
a stop and looking up. Her husband grunted
his agreement.
The crowd of tourists flowed around them as they followed
their tour guides.
“Come on.” He said
tapping her arm. “We don’t want to be
left behind.”
“Yep, just taking a picture.” She said struggling to replace her camera in
her tote while she gawked.
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