Click goes the camera shutter, placing the snowy mountain tops across the water to memory, the sun being an elongated flash peaking over it’s zenith in the sky. The lighthouse casts a protective shadow across the shores of Victoria Harbour, over the picnicking families and swimming sea otters. Windy rested his elbows against the railing at the top of the lighthouse, peering through binoculars. A peculiar day at the lighthouse, one not seen for ages by Winfred the caretaker. Boats, ships, and ferries pass through the waters of Juan De Fuca Strait. Old wooden sailing ships lay anchor for flocking visitors to gawk at. Today the camera’s come alive as battleship after battleship sail up into the Georgia strait, unknown to where the final destination may lay and the objective to come.