Greetings from an alien distance. We apologize for our absence - surely you will forgive us, for we have left the Island for a time and are away at sea. It is the endless roar of waves that now capture our days. A time to retreat into static sights and sounds. To daydream on the bold aroma and sunny perches of Boatswain would cause us much sorrow. The clouds rush incourteously into the sea here. And so we hover and float and eat, all the while trying not to dream.
