There is something of a carnival air, on the fish dock. As crews race around, amid much jovial banter, maintaining their gear. Which covers the quays.
Whilst the fleet lies alongside, behind the sheltering lock gates
Each picks a pace, to suit their need. Methodically moving from one task to the next. No words needed, to choreograph their complicated work. Only for merriment.
Back at the port de plaisance, the desk team maintains a sharp look out, for Stargazer's DPD battery delivery. Expected during tomorrow.
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