To me the boat tells me a story about being over seas. Being over seas with harsh, cruel, strong winds. It tells me about a ship wreck that had occurred in that very spot. No, not in the middle of the forest. No, but in the middle of the deep Atlantic Ocean. When the water level was higher than the treetops. When there wee creatures all about. when the ocean was alive and colorful. Although, that one part of ocean is no more. Of course we still have the Ocean today. But not as good as it used to be.