Okay, so I've figured this out ( Read more... )

This is great.

[The chandelier he's sitting on swings with the motion of Oleg kicking his legs back and forth. He's been having so much fun being taller, bigger, more physically able. He can climb like never before, get into trouble with all his youthful energy.]

Hey, Captain, you're a great man. Can I stay this way, please? Pretty please?

Holy shit. A few hours ago I was eleven and now I'm... well, look at me. Did I just miss something like eight years of my life on the Elegante? Have we been sailing for that long?

Hey, any chance Mr or Mrs Gazelle are here? Or Nicky? Mrs Kopanski, you around? Thom? Chase?

Anyone?