Sunrise on the Yottie by nature, where the only bubbles are in Margot's intestines.

The smell of bleach and regret lingers on deck.

And no one's making eye contact.

Collie, Lucas, and Jenny finish swabbing the deck while plots thicken.

Notice, Alf, add a hazard pay to my next contract.

Add the bottom of mine. Jenny, you really don't need to be helping. This is our job.

I feel responsible. Oh. If it helps, try to think of the bleach as industrial aromatherapy.

Uh, coffee, anyone. Help yourselves to Jamako's muffins for morale.

Thank you, Harry. But it will be a while before I get my appetite back.

If ever.

How are the scones, Jenny? Ah, you know, sometimes after a charter like this, people realize what they're missing in life. Maybe it opens them up to bigger vision.

What could possibly be bigger than scrubbing Margot's essence of teak?

You know, Jenny. Times like these people reassess.

Reassassassass what? Their will to live?

Their future. Maybe exploring the idea of ownership.

Jan Marcos is always looking for collaborative opportunities.

If you ever want to pivot.

I like your marksy, Jan Marco.

Jenny could use a little stability and she does love your

restaurant. From client to co-owner, cute, delusional, but cute. Speaking of delusion, here comes Daniel.

You could be good at that sort of thing, Jenny. At what? Keeping things afloat, even when the whole boat's

spirits are sinking. More like getting flushed away into the Mediterranean.

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