Far out on the ocean that same night, I could see the big ships coming in, passing by on their way from exotic ports. The Modge Bay Lighthouse swept its yellow lamps across the blue-grey surf, a rhythm of music from the foghorn like Swiss buglers on a lonely mountaintop. I imagined I could see the tall ships tossing in *Tales of Narnia, on the wild, black waves, the water pouring from my walls into a magical land of talking lions and fierce friendly pirates.
It could be my future to ride one of those ships one day, into Vancouver and then out again to Taiwan or Thailand or Burma, maybe, the new land of Myanmar where Muslims are killed because they refuse to eat pork, where human rights violations don"t concern us here on our safe and secure islands in the Georgia Straits, and our safe and
