They are here now. The days that just drift by. The crew is a good crowd, we do our tasks, we read, we eat, we relax, we enjoy life in its quite pace. No discussions of politics, no talk about jobs. We are just a group of people, trying to get a driftings piece of wood across an incredibly large ocean at a very, very slow pace. I do not worry about the wind, not about making it to the Easter Island. I am relaxed.