Chapter 14

We were standing off Fanning Island today and were supposed to tender in, but due to piss poor planning and frequent squalls with rain and high winds, most of us had three- and four-hour waits. It was very frustrating. Some crew managed to get away early, including Devon, as I found out later.

I went in after lunch and wandered around. It reminded me of Africa when we went there with the Peace Corp. Nothing. Nothing but grass and trees and, of course, in this case, water all around it and in it, as it is an island. The dock lands us in the village, which is just like where we went all those years ago, with outdoor plumbing, thatch-roofed wooden or tin houses, barefoot children, and fat old women everywhere. I realize there’s nothing else to do, but there are so many little children!