Ailey Baker

One afternoon, he tells us that the reason that the waves are so high at this time of year is so that they can rise up and clean the beach so that the turtles can go up and lay eggs.

When there's a storm, he's out there blowing the conch shells so that he can break up the thunderclouds.

There's this one night that we're out, and it's raining, and we actually have the sails down because it's so windy, and we're just trying to keep under this tarp to stay warm.

We're putting coconut oil on ourselves.

And I turn to my friend, and we realize that we both worked at bakeries at one point in our life.

And at this point, that is the most exciting thing.

And we think when we finally get to land, we are going to bake bread.

And we decide we're going to make bread, but we need to look up our recipe on the internet because we don't know it by heart.

And Cesario overhears us, and he gets so angry.

He says, why are you so lazy?

What happens if you lose that recipe?

What happens if your computer dies?

Can you bake bread then?

You have to learn it to know it.

And suddenly, I am blown open.

I feel utterly helpless.

And I realize that the main difference between me and Cesario, it's that Cesario holds all of his information within him, and I hold it outside of myself.

There is absolutely nothing between Cesario and the stars and the wind and the waves.

He holds it within him.

Whereas with me, if I'm without my journal or my iPhone, I am utterly lost.