Bon Voyage . . .

I didn’t realize it until it was too late. And then it all fell into place. I was not looking forward to leaving . . . my friends. That last final. That dreaded last final was always just one more day away. It kept all of us here. One more day for all of us to hang out, shoot the breeze, make fun of each other, pull one more prank. That final was the anchor that held everyone here. And now, now it’s all over. There is nothing to keep us from leaving. Don’t get me wrong. I can not wait to get out to sea again. I love it out there. Foreign ports. Storms. Weird crews. Mean officers. I love it, honest. It’s a challenge and an adventure.