To hell with leaving. I intend to stay for a while and take a break from the RR.

Pot, because I gotta cook.

Tarp, because it will rain eventually.

Hammock, who wants to sleep in the sand?

Knife, I gotta be able to kill things.

Going back out to sea? Bad idea for me. I am a landlubber.


Kick back, enjoy the view, and try to make the most of your good fortune. You could be back sitting behind a desk dying a slow, agonizing death. Oh wait, I'm doing that now...