The St. David is falling apart. I mean that figuratively, but Kerry was worried for a second. This week, the new wing-station controller finally comes in, much to the relief of our fearmongering captain, who cautioned that it might not be programmed correctly. Ultimately, it works out fine: The boat can run again. That’s about it for things that are fixed — hell, for things that are fixable — on this yacht. There are only a couple of charters left, and if the middle of the season dragged through Solène’s reign of chaos, its back half is plummeting toward complete destruction. Everyone is on edge. Even Hugo, so far the most levelheaded person on the whole team, looks like he’s about to lose his shit. Imagine if Lawrence had stayed on the boat?

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