Now Leviathon class passenger liners in those days had a huge central area around which the
seats were arranged,for the crowds of paying mere-dragon customers to either contemplate
the higher things in life or the more baser drives.
So depending who you the mere-dragon entrepreneur were pitching to,that big oval
chamber 5 stories tall ( the conning tower) either ended up as a maphithatre
for lusty debauched contests or a cathedral.
The Snagr served both roles equal well,though the statue of the ships patron goddess and
chief inhabitant,needed to be removed from sight when the more spiritually minded came aboard.
Time went by and Snagr Sigurdsdottir got used to life as a 1000 foot long iron hulled
passenger liner,and made a few miraculous appearances as herself everynow
and then to the passengers and crew.
She kept herself from being wrecked,but eventually ended up as a beached
wreck on a stone pillar,with harpys shrieking inside her and werewolves without
howling.
The ships spirit decided she'd had enough,centuries of this life needed to be undone
pretty quickly...