sailing through the emerald canopies on shores untouched by time, we chanced upon a troop of monkeys, their antics masked by the leafy curtains. they'd renew your faith in the simplest joys, these wee creatures, dodging and weaving with a skill that'd put the craftiest pirate to shame, aye, they could evade capture as if they'd heard our schemes preexplication. never had i thought interviews with nature, wordless as they be, could teach a weathered sailor the art of living freely.