A junk is an ancient Chinese sailing vessel/ship design still in use today. Junks may have developed from very early bamboo rafts which had a high stern. Junks were developed during the Han Dynasty (206 BC–220 AD) and were used as seagoing vessels as early as the 2nd century AD. They evolved in the later dynasties, and were used throughout Asia for extensive ocean voyages. They were found, and in lesser numbers are still found, throughout South-East Asia and India, but primarily in China, perhaps most famously in Hong Kong. Found more broadly today is a growing number of modern recreational junk-rigged sailboats.
The term junk may be used to cover many kinds of boat—ocean-going, cargo-carrying, pleasure boats, live-aboards. They vary greatly in size and there are significant regional variations in the type of rig. To Western eyes, however, they all appear to resemble one another due to their most significant shared feature, their fully battened sails.
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Standing on the edge of the quay no lights flashes on the water for me Fog in my mind, darkens in my eyes silently screaming for a distant sound Ripple river yellows rising for a breath of breeding and drowns Stillness overcomes me in the night Listen… to the rising water moan I’m waiting waiting, for the Nightboat I’m waiting waiting, for the Nightboat Shadows all through me, shudder away echoes me, echoes me… Am I alone, or is the river alive? cause it echoes me, echoes me, echoes me…