While the engine chugged we cleaned. We sorted through our lockers which are still brimming with food (what made me think we'd eat that much tinned tuna?), and worked on making space for our guests. Beyond that life has been dull routine. Cook, clean, work on projects, nap. It's sort of blissful except for the fact the boat is lurching in confused seas.
The seas are a sure sign that somewhere there is wind. And by the size of them I would say this means that somewhere there is a lot of wind. But it's definitely not here.
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