Not too long ago I was at sea heading back to Florida across the waters of the Caribbean. I took this about a half hour after sunrise looking back towards the stern of the ship. Days at sea on a passenger ship are like weekends. On port days everyone goes their separate way to see what there is to see, but days at sea have no agenda, just chill. As the day goes on I find myself staring out at sea, looking for, well, anything. So when we pass an island or a fishing boat, it becomes topic for conversation. I think my brain tries to see things that aren't there, looks for patterns. Its good therapy to have nothing to focus on for an extended stretch, like looking at a camp fire. Anyway, back to the sea, there were no campfires on this day, at least none that I could see.