|The bosun chair. Just a board and a metal rod. You tie the line through the eye at the end of the metal, sit on the board, and hold on tight. Or you fall off and prompt a company wide safety revamp.|
|The building on the right sounds like it is crying. The dock as a whole crushes the limestone into powder, and one of the primary uses of the white powder from this plant is to dye toilet paper white.|
|The dock, complete with flowers.|
"What is all this?" He said, pointing at a few dead leaves and fruiting buds. "This doesn't look like the flowers you get at the store."
"Well, I haven't cleaned them up yet." I said.
|The rec room table in the middle of clean up.|
|My flowers. They look better in person|
|From a bit further out. That couch really is quite comfy, but decoration is otherwise sparse.|
|The finished product. Bosun used skype to 'deliver' the flowers to his wife back home. We really do live in the future, using hyper advanced technology for such mundane and human purposes.|