Sweeney sat on the docks, legs dangling off the side and staring up at the very large boat. Well, at this point it was probably a ship and no longer considered just a 'boat', but he wasn't going to be particular about nomenclature. He liked boats and had wanted to ride on one once. After riding on one, now Sweeney definitely showed preference for land. He still liked watching the boats, just not that whole part of being on one.
Sea-sickness was for the birds, or so the saying went.
He was whistling while he stared, eyes looking appreciatively at everything he came across from his comfortable seat on the dock.