Shipyards and dockyards are places where ships are repaired and built. These can be yachts, military vessels, cruise liners or other cargo or passenger ships. Dockyards are sometimes more associated with maintenance and basing activities than shipyards, which are sometimes associated more with initial construction. The terms are routinely used interchangeably, in part because the evolution of dockyards and shipyards has often caused them to change or merge roles.
Countries with large shipbuilding industries include Singapore, South Korea, Australia, Japan, China, Germany, Romania, Turkey, Poland and Croatia. The shipbuilding industry tends to be more fragmented in Europe than in Asia. In European countries there are a greater number of small companies, compared to the fewer, larger companies in the shipbuilding countries of Asia.
Most shipbuilders in the United States are privately owned, the largest being Huntington Ingalls Industries, a multibillion-dollar defense contractor, and the oldest family owned shipyard being Colonna's Shipyard in Norfolk, VA. The publicly owned shipyards in the US are Naval facilities providing basing, support and repair.
A shipyard is a place where ships are built and repaired.
Shipyard or Ship Yard may also refer to:
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A willingness for anything that can and must be done
I remember writing in the womb, wrapped up in viscous gloom
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
I remember thinking once that love could never die
But love is small and very frail and can't be kept alive
Unless you love the one for whom roars this internal din
The love that devours everything, the love of self burns within
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
Raping what is left of you, two flesh becoming one
My will is everywhere, my will be done
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
Raping what is left of you, two flesh becoming one