Cutty Sark and the irrational Fear

Whilst we're on the subject of fears....The one that absolutely rules my life, next to my fear of eyes being damaged, is boats. Not big steel boats like P&O, not little dingys, not row boats, but big f*** off (pardon my language) galleon boats like the Cutty Sark.
This...ship...terrifies me. I can't explain why. I can only say that whenever I see so much of a picture of it, my skin tenses and I have an urge to flinch then run.
I went for a walk with Tom a few months back around Central London and as we were walking near the Thames, I suddenly froze and couldn't physically relay to him why I was suddenly so frightened. He held me as he looked around, baffled and when he asked me, I responded best I could that it was the boat. I begged him to get me away from it as I couldn't take anymore and he had to turn my back to it and bury my face in his shoulders as he quickly figured out the best way to drag me out of there, and avoid taking me the wrong way so we'd have to come back past it again.
When looking up Universities, I had taken a day out with my mum to go see Greenwich University, without realising that it was smack bang, right next to good ol' Cutty Sark. The entire time we were there, all I could think about were the masts outside the window (just thinking about it makes my skin crawl). I couldn't go there, knowing the boat was there, I physically couldn't. Mum couldn't comprehend why I didn't want to go there, why a boat would prevent me, but the truth is, I'd be the same in her position. The best way to describe it to her would be, imagine every room except a few, had at least one wall covered in cockroaches and there was a threat one may fall on you. That's how I feel when it comes to boats. If cockroaches aren't your fear, any bug, animal whatever, that you're not a fan of.
One day, however, I braved my fear and, wanting to do something relatively cultural with my ex as opposed to sitting in and playing computer games on a beautiful spring day, I convinced myself to take him to Cutty Sark.
My legs wouldn't stop shaking the entire time I was there. Finally, when we were on the boat, I kept asking him 'is it me or it is moving? Swaying from side to side? Just barely noticably'
He looked at me and said, no that was just my legs going to jelly. And he took my arm to help me.
I thought doing something like that would combat my fear...but nope it's still here. I took a leaflet just as a little souvinear and when I turned it over, i showed an image of the boat in the dark with lights directed at it. I flinched violently and had to bin it.
Now I know that these boats are a master of creation. I know they are beautiful and contain amazing stories, but they still scare the shit out of me.
When I told my mate Harry, whilst we were sitting together in Pizza Hut remenising (I hadnt seen him in over 1 year as he now lives in Oz) he learnt of my fear and commented 'How the hell did you get that fear? Did a boat fall on you or something?'
I burst out laughing as it's true...a boat falling on me is the only logical reason for me having this fear. It's completely incomprehensible. I've never been on one that's sunk that's for sure....

And that brings us to my next fear...

Now the next thing to boats that scare me shitless, are...shipwrecks. Just saying the word makes me want to cry out. I can't bear them. They make me want to scream and run as far as possible. If I ever, ever get really stressed, I dream of being surrounded by galleons and shipwrecks and I wake up in a cold sweat, fearing sleep. Tom and I play a game called Warcraft. It's a game in which you choose a species (dwarf, elf, orc etc) and go on these missions throughout a land, making money, getting kit to make you stronger and if you have magic, developing those skills, and going up level by level 1-60)
Whilst playing warcraft, I'm happily swimming along the water, getting ready to kill some huge creatures for a mission and their skin (which can be made into clothes and sold). My computer doesn't have an amazing graphics card, so things tend to take time to load up. You can naturally imagine my reaction when I turned away to talk to someone, my finger still on the forward button and I look up to see a shipwreck. RIGHT in front of me.....Not a small one either.
Dear GOD in heaven it scared the CRAP out of me.
It took me about 5 minutes or so to gain the courage to go back to the computer, turn around and swim away from it. It then turned out there was a mission which involved me going INTO the boat itself...no wait TWO different shipwrecks to get some loot whilst fighting murlocs (fish men that can walk on land)....SCREW that, the mission never got done.
When I told my mate about the fear, she looked at me bizarrely (something which doesn't surprise me) and asked me if I believe in reincarnation. She said the way it sounds, in a past life, I may have died due to a galleon sinking. I think she said it as a joke, but honestly, sounds logical to me. If it doesn't, what other explanation can there be?? Oh apart from my fear of drowning....but that doesn't explain galleons.
I can quite happily go on boats, big ships like cruisers etc don't freak me out. It's solely Galleons.
And it's curious, you'd think living on land, a good few miles from water, I'd never see any. But oh, no, there are tons of references. Everywhere. It's a pain in the ass...but I live with it. I have to.

I was going to put an image of the Cutty Sark up, but the truth was, just thinking about turning on my blog to see it turns my leg to mush. I can't take simple images of it. If you'd like an idea of what I mean, go to a search engine, type in the name and click on image. Then press go. That's my fear. The one material thing in this world that makes me want to scream.