Throughout history, especially in the British Isles, the oak tree has been revered for building the best ships upon the seas. Imagine entire beautiful forests being planted with the solitary intention of cutting them down to construct ships. For centuries, the seas were filled with the creaking, snapping, and growling of these majestic trees, in battle and commerce. But once, these trees lived in serene, quiet groves. What if the tree had memory and longed for its home in the grove, with its family of trees? What if it knew it would never return, and the oak could come to embrace its prideful purpose upon the sea?
