"Only the ferry to the mainland," she says. "Back when I lived in Ireland, I mean." She looks out towards the water. "I think a ship would be so cool. They're much bigger than ferries, after all." She remembers the way Granny's car sat on the ferry as it went from their little island to the dock on the mainland.

It's a fuzzy memory, and getting fuzzier the longer she's here. She stares off into the sea, like she'll remember it better, if only she looks out there. Then she shakes herself and looks at Anne.

"How many ships have you been on? Is that rude to ask?"