The ‘Schells’ or as said ‘Yechidah China Neschamah’ rocks the vessel. “waves are a bit choppy,” Jr mutters. Betwixts the bed and the wheel, he hungers. Also the lunches he makes. He misses the men and women he was happiest with, Wolf, TV, and their divine wisdom of the sea. The keel was not even, not today. The dog knows when the storm is approaching, Sage.