I'm surprised to find New York's harbor filled not with sleek modern day-cruisers or even trudging fishing ships, but actually galleons of another era. One of these vessles has a walkway with an open gate and nobody around, so I climb aboard the ship like a pirate in the night (though it's day, and I'm walking up a smooth plank without a rapier). Just as I settle in and start exploring the deck, I'm informed that the boat is closed that I must leave. Alas, at least I got some pictures. In my haste to exit, I never did figure out why the boat was there in the first place.