The ocean is the color of gunmetal. A towering mountain of torn cumulus stalls over Motu Nui. In the saddle between Rano Kau and Maunga Tere Vaka, the island's tallest mountain, we see Hanga Roa. Ivory breakers rim the seam between ocean and cold black cliffs. Kama Hele swarms with sailors garbed in red slickers doing the same tasks.
Landfall is imminent.
Much too soon the sea borne routine of work and caring for each other will be broken.