Today on Boatswain, an old friend settled in for a brief and rocky rest. Our noisy joyous chatter resounded to Ascension. Perched on the Flat, we learned of our friend's founding on nearby shores. While bound to keep our season here on the Island, we plan a visit once the weather turns.
The sky this evening was cluttered with arriving noddies. Their nervous calls drowned out the sounds of the sea.
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