In the course of walking around the camp, I saw a beautiful brig-rigged schooner pulled up in front of the main building, out of the water, with a "for sale" sign on it. The sign said "24,000 obo" - which I thought must be a huge mistake, because, well, it was a ship! Not just a little yacht, but a full-sized, sailing-the-seven-seas, yo-ho-ho and-a-bottle-of-rum ship!
Somehow, I managed to get a loan for the right amount. I figured the ship needed some work, but I'd just have to earn that money as I did the work myself. I went back to buy it, and it was gone! Dejected, I found out that the owner had given up on selling it. I went back about my business. A little while later, I found the owner - a ravishing blonde woman - sitting looking sort of unhappy on a bench. I spoke to her about her ship, and she complained that she'd been trying to sell it all summer, and no one was buying because the crew demands were so high. I said, "Well.... I'll tell you what, I'll give you 20,000 for it. But only if you'll have dinner with me."
Thereafter the dream was all about assembling a crew, getting the ship to the water, getting the masts hoisted and fitted, running the rigging, and all that sort of stuff. It turned out the ship had comfortable accomodations for 19 people, 4 of whom would go in the "coffee cabin" - so called because it was the cabin where the coffee was made, and the poshest appointment. So yes, the ship of my dreams has a coffee cabin.
When I woke up, I lay around thinking about it for a while. If I really did have such a ship, clearly my first voyage would have to be to Puerto Rico to pick up a hold full of rum. Oh, what a return voyage that would be!