Hall of Ships

Part of dream sequence:

... I found myself in a long corridor of upturned ships. It was a dry dock graveyard of 18th century ships made out of timber, aged by their travels of the seas and ocean. They were neatly arranged in such a away they formed a vaulted hall. But above them all, rested the decaying frame of a larger ship, the size of an ark. The air was calm as light filtered through the openings above ...