General Ship Ξ Center of Rotation

I was standing on the outside of the crane taking pictures when I spotted the harbor patrol boat. Fuck. I was in the ever present photo-coma and was not paying as much attention as I should have been. The boat was in the middle of the harbor, quite far away, but it slowed and I became concerned that they might be calling their land based counterparts. The harbor patrol is operated by the state police, too, so I knew some humorless fuck in shiny boots and jodhpurs could be rolling up on me any second.

I made myself as small as possible. Luckily I was wearing nothing but black and blue so blending into the crane was easy. The patrol boat continued through the harbor and as soon as it was far enough away I quickly packed my equipment and headed back down the ladder of the crane.