Caio Cisse

You're telling me they spent three hours out there and the answer was tied up at the dock since March? That's our season right there. Eight blank pages and somehow we still hit a reef.

Four bays, eleven weeks, and they're timing thought off the service writer's stamps? That's the harbourmaster counting fog as cargo. Half an hour approved, four hours alongside, and somehow the customer's the one getting a call asking if he's sitting down.