Jumpin’-figgin’-Josephat! Isn’t there any commonly-recognized sense of privacy upon this boat? No, not to any degree that the truly civilized whaling man should be expected to expect. And so, our fellow midboatman Knotty Pine makes the decision to interrupt over my shoulder just as I finish inscribing the above log entry. She would now like to make her own views known, concerning the current ratio of plastic content observed within our planet’s biosphere, and the implications this figure presents with regards to the fragile ecological balance that is requisite to our species’ continued survival therein. But her views shall not be known, not on my watch.
