Location: Underway to the Marquesas
Hey, it’s Skyler Wolff TM. The better one. I’m tired, so imma make this quick.
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We had cinnamon rolls with dough made straight from a cloud and cinnamon harvested from the finest sticks for lunch, and sweet tender pulled pork sandwiches with coleslaw and corn for dinner made by Martin G and Will. It was said throughout the ship to have been one of the best boat meals yet (verified). After all, those two were slaving away since 4 am in the galley and ended a little after 8 pm. I’d even invite them to the cookout any day, and also come visit their new bakery in France called “Between 2 Buns” (better than Bonaire’s). No human should have to stand that long. I’m genuinely worried we might have to give them prosthetics and test their sanity after that grueling experience. At least they found bilge wine (grape juice) to get them through their sorrows. We had a nav master practice test; some of us used our whole noggins, while others sat silently, hoping that past sailors would grace them with the knowledge to pass this test. We watched some EFR videos. Jonas squeezed on a Gatorade bottle that Martin was drinking out of, and he spat water all over me and the table. Time changed, so now I have no idea what time it is anymore, just like I don’t know if it is day 8 or 9 of passage. Just the usual.