Planes scare me, though I've been on many flights.

My parents, in their apparently infinite generosity, have decided to send me and J somewhere as a wedding gift. We've decided--sort of--on London... Is it bad that the idea of flying makes me want to change our trip entirely? If only we could take a boat across. There'd still be the risk of sinking, but at least we would have a pretty high chance of survival and wouldn't have to free fall into steely water if something went wrong. We could line up neatly by our lifeboats wearing our life-vests and whistles and blinky-lights...