While I'd never say no to a great adventure, this one did not start with consent. I never agreed to being on this boat, nor did I ever say yes to having companions with me. Not that I would ever have the delusion of steering a vessel over water anytime by myself, I'm actually quite confident in my ability to fuck these things up. But alas, I'm getting ahead of myself, I did not intend to start this off as disorganised as I did. A way better beginning of this story would be this: On a very average day in my below interesting life, while I was being touched by one of the friars of the church, near the orphanage I was brought to as a young child, I actually almost had the courage to step out of the confessional.