One Last Time
Location: Tahiti
One last time, we all woke up at 6:00 AM to stumble about our cabins, bleary-eyed, finding our way to the cockpit after we fell back asleep multiple times.
One last time, we would rush to catch a taxi and commute to our day's activities.
One last time, we found ourselves trying new things in incredible places—surfing, laughing, and having the time of our lives.
One last time, we arrived back on Argo—exhausted from hours in the sun and salt—but we still found a way to scrub dishes huddled over buckets, scrub the toilets without the aid of hazmat materials, and clean our living spaces despite the fact that many will no longer be living in them.
One last time, we took to our chores—making Argo a ship to be admired and appreciated.
One last time, we took pride in deep cleaning our galley, scrubbing our decks, and showing Argo our appreciation for the thousands of miles it has taken us.
One last time, we all showered and put on our best clothes, ready to enjoy a hard-earned sign-out night.
One last time, we held each other's hands in a circle and told each other what we appreciated about the day—a tradition we may never do again.
One last time, our tightly knit crew paraded into some poor restaurant, where we ate and drank and enjoyed an atmosphere like no other.
One last time, we all joked and laughed with one another.
One last time, we talked so late into the night that we began to rely on each other for support, fixing each other's problems because we trusted each other completely.
And one last time, we'll get to fall asleep in our tiny bunks, surrounded by our best friends.
One last time, Argo will be our home.
And never again will we get to wake up wondering where Argo will take us next, and what adventure will unfold.