Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Well the doors to our house is now locked, all though that didn't stop me from getting in. It was one of my more proud commando-esque invasions. If it wasn't going to be my house in the future, it would be kind of rude, but hey, I didn't hurt anything, nor change the locked state of any doors. So its like wilderness ventures, take nothing, leave nothing but foot prints, and I'm not sure I even left those.