Although I had the GPS, I still got out the sextant to calculate a fix. It was practice and it was something to do; it also occupied my mind. I got so...there was rarely much difference between my calculated position and the GPS; it was most satisfying. I sent a daily position and any comments back to England. The comments were about anything; a shoal of jellyfish, with delicate pastel shades in their centres; dolphins, flying fish (which sometimes found their way on board and into a pan, just as. It felt so good. I clean up my mess and walk to my room. I see I have a message on my cell phone. It’s Hope.“Hey Jason, I wanted you to know that I had a really good time tonight. If you’re free after work tomorrow let me know. I really would love to hang out with you again.”I texted her back and told her I was free and that I would meet her at the store at 5 when I was done. I went to bed with Hope still on my mind. I smiled as I closed my eyes and wondered what she looks like naked. When I. It reminded me of that TV show my wife liked to watch, The View, or something like that. I tuned them out and looked around the Dining Hall.The girls finished eating and decided to head next door for the marshmallow roast. Liz and Catherine were sitting with John, Sarah, Jeff, and Debbie, not far away. So, after returning my empty tray, I grabbed another iced tea and headed for their table."How are you doing with all the nudity, Michael?" Liz asked."Okay, I guess. I haven't embarrassed myself. “My daughter is in the galley taking the French pastry class with the Chef. She loves cooking you know John.” Shit! John admonished himself for not thinking of the cooking classes that had been conducted by the Michelin chef. So that’s where Sasha was hiding. John looked back at Kirill and his friend smiled. “My wife and I will be on the deck for the doomsday hour. My daughter has asked you too meet her at her suite one hour before. She hopes you would like to celebrate the arrival at the North.