Shota looked up from the deck of the small steam-powered ferry boat in awe. Akira smiled. He felt it, too. Nagasaki harbor was a natural marvel, with steep wooded hills rising from a deep basin punctuated here and there by the estuaries of the streams and creeks that drained the hills, forming bars and swamps. Some of those swamps and tidelands humans had filled in to provide flat areas for docks and warehouses. Ocean-going ships anchored in the bay. Smaller boats Shota said were called ...