It's a beautiful sight. The workers tell her stories about life on the rig, watching movies and playing cards. Last year, Stacey had Christmas a week late because her Dad was working. All I see is water every way I look. It's a shallow rig.
Some rigs are in water almost a mile deep.
Those are floating rigs tied to the bottom by big cables. Suddenly, Dad points to a tower on the horizon. There she is, Stacey. There's my office. At first, the rig looks tiny.