Much like you, I've got a lot to complain about, like open toe sandals.

Who thought that was a good idea? Who wants to look at toes? Adults who drink squash?

Listen, you're a fully grown person. But I just got my Sky TV and broadband and I've got no complaints.

Sky has the lowest number of complaints made to off-com for pay TV and fixed line broadband.

To find out more, visit offcom.org.uk. We're happy because you're happy.

Oh, Angon, though. Noisietz, there annoying. Sky, believe in better.

Driving out of Emerald Bay the second time for a storm chase,

felt so much different than before given all that I now understood.

Especially when it came to the people who I now worked with. Natalie was at the wheel.

Her trim figure looking so meniscule against the bulky frame, and yet I had seen quite recently

just what sort of fighter she was. In the back, Jim Lashar was watching the monitors. His eyes

dashing back and forth between screens to get a better idea of where we were headed.

To think of how many times he had been through this, and yet still always wanted more.

Then there was Keirney. Paul Keirney was standing up near the very rear of the long camper,

starting towards the road that we had been on as he used his door to prop his body up.

From this angle as the sun dipped low again over the horizon,

he looked like a captain at the mast of a ship, watching the open ocean as his crew set out for

adventure. But this wasn't an ordinary voyage we were embarking on by any means.

I was beginning to get the feeling that we were the peckwad, and he was our captain A-hab.

The roads north of Emerald Bay were scarce life or even crops.

This dead earth and scars that ran crisscross, making the whole place look like a bear and waste.

According to Jim, we still had about 13 miles to go before reaching the beacon,

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