You’re walking along the docks of Maras, Peru, When suddenly you watch a absolutely breath taking boat slowly stroll by, with a man also aboard, with just the same amount of beauty as the boat he rests upon, a record player next to him playing some sort of song. You peer at him in pure awe, though you look away immediately after the boat takes a stop at one of the docks. You glance at him again to see him swiftly tying his boat on. You see a young lady, about 18 or 19, come out from inside the boat, leaning over the railing, staring at her father.