Maybe, she was on a goodwill tour or celebrating something special, in Savannah, that weekend.
One afternoon, after gouging ourselves on some great seafood, we waddled back up to digest our feast with a power nap. I woke up about an hour or so later, still a bit goofy from one two many beers. I decided to let my partner in the culinary crime continue to snooze.
It was now or never to sit at the window and sketch the ship, for who knows what tomorrow would bring. She could slip away in the night and I'd never get the chance to sketch something so incredible from such a rare vantage point.
Looking at the sketch, I think I did Union Jack proud!
Copyright 2013/ Ben Bensen III