Turning away from the pontoon with the aid of her bow thruster, the Ivan Ellen makes her way.... 
out on a regular exercise.....
on a flat calm evening....
passing up the Silver Dawn, where some late evening work is underway....
they say you should never take work home with you......
could be alien eggs aboard the Britannia V......
a quiet night in the auction hall....
the Intuition sits quietly against the quay
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