Clean Water

Day 70 — Final fears

This morning I smelled something burning; either a passing boat was having a mean barbecue or my boat was catching fire. Not surprisingly, it was the latter.

Day 61 — Who ate Edd?!

I may or may not have named a few of the dorados that have been following under my boat — Ed, Edd, and Eddie. Today was not a good day for Edd.

Day 59 — In a hurry, eh?

Lots of long, dramatic “Noooooo!”s, mixed in with a few “Why?!!!”s, just for kicks, today. There it was, a few miles away: a chat with a human being. Or a poker game.