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I'm getting used to this pearling business-- it's a lot of hard work, and a lot of great fun, and a lot of ocean and boats on the sea. These here are two of the boats we use for work- The Shady Lady and the Ute, photoed at sunrise on Beagle Bay. I've been up on the Shady these past couple days, the one on the left. It's dope once you get used to it, the pearl shell cleaning machine is manual and you have to push the panels through, unlike the machine on the Christine Marie II-- maybe I'll get a pic of that big ship later-- where there's a conveyor that pulls the shell panels through, blasting them with high-pressure salt water. I'm sure this doesn't make any sense, crazy pearl jargon and whatnot, but the Shady has an open back that you can run and dive off of during smoko (brekkie (breakfast)) and lunch. Jeeeaah.

This is Bully, the farm dog, and his name is short for Bullet. He is still a puppy, really dumb and kind. He tries to bite the tires on the dinghy trailer every morning, and we all yell at him to get out of it cuz he might get run over. Bully is super dope, but aggressive too, you have to kick him in the face once in a while. My buddy. He had a large battle with a little snake the other night.

WOOO the dinner bell's ringing! Foooooood! I say, Eat while you can yall. Peaces everywhere.

I think I'm turning into a Seaman

Hahaha, that's definitely one of the funniest terms, how the word seaman sounds, like if you see it on the back of the England National Team's goalkeeper jersey, like, you're like, Seaman, hahaha... I was watching Beavis and Butthead on TV last night..

But yes, my forearms and legs are all scraped up by barnacle cuts, weird oceanic allergic reactions and fireweed burns (damn, fireweed buuurns), my feet joyously never see the insides of shoes anymore, and if I shook my head really fast and my nappy hair sprayed some water on you, it would be really salty. I bet my fingernails are salty, but I haven't bitten them in a while. I'll bite my nails now, just for the Well's sake. Kinda salty. I think I'm becoming a Seaman. Like He-Man, but of the sea. But not quite like Chicken-of-the-sea, cuz that's fake.

I'm learning bit by bit how to function on a boat, and we're getting new people in too, so it's the ideal environment to learn how to tie boats up, replace engine coolant, check dead clams for pearls. Yessir, I have found a couple pearls already, in the emptied shells. Beautiful, and really crazy, that those things come from those things. Good onya, shell. And yeah, it's really necessary for everyone to pull their weight on the boats, cuz if someone doesn't, then something goes wrong. But the people here are so good; we got each others' backs, and we actually want to do the work. Plus we get good times after work to relax, and drink like Aussies. Oi. Grab another beer.

Sorry no pics, hopefully I can get some technology or something working. But the ocean stretches everywhere, so if you take a picture of the ocean or the sky near where you are, then it'd be the same damn ocean or sky that I'd be taking pictures of. I always think of that kind of stuff.

When the water splashes up in front of the boat cutting through waves, perfect spheres of water form just for an instant, then they disappear. Hope you're coo where you're at... thanks for the comments, too, I love them like I love Chicken-of-the-sea (not tuna) (though Spam is the King of Canned Foods) (SPAM=KoCF.)