Saturday 19th September

I'm here sitting on the poop deck digesting the inordinate amounts of animal products which I foolishly gorged myself on at the BBQ. I am surrounded by the rest of the crew, who are sitting around joking and talking with each other and all I can think of is the comment that the pump-man made this morning, "Are you alright? You look lonely."

A more accurate summation of my current mood could not have possibly been made. I hate to think that I am making more of a big deal about being away than the rest of the guys on board but some times it is really hard when everyone is talking but you can't hear a word that is being said, it does make for a lonely situation indeed.

tags: tales from across the ocean