North Cove. We’re about to head back up for our last turn. The more I think about how late we’ll get in (sometime Tuesday morning), the more I resent it. I resent the way we’re treated at Bedford Park. I resent the way Ray treats us. And I resent that we’re making substantially less than our counterparts in the regular fleet. We work harder than Ray or anyone at Bedford Park. We deserve a little respect. I resent being used and abused by people who sleep in their own beds every and for whom warm meals are not a rare luxury.