The countdown begins for when the next time the Schooner Anne leaves port, and this SA group of slightly salty sometimes nefarious souls can begin their pitiful cries of woefully false concern for the safety and indeed the very lives of the beloved group aboard. Pip will be sleepless from the first storm that's encountered until they once again set foot upon dry land. RD and his many minions will seek to defame defy decry and declaim daily, while some inject humour into the daily diatribes of those who chose to sit ashore and complain, complain, complain about how right they are, and how wrong anything attempted to be done by Stowe was from the absurd get-go, and how obviously doomed to fail all his plans and ocean crossings have been from the first.
Somehow, I think that unlike even the great Joshua Slocum who sadly was eventually lost at sea, RS will successfully sail on through time and tide and storm and calm, family by his side, into the night for quite sometime.
Will it ever sink in that your Cato-esk attempts at filibuster are wasting your time, but fueling our laughs?