Jim's a nice guy.
Plied me with coffee and cinnamon rolls, then listened to my coffee-induced banter and tried not to laugh at my jaw hanging open as he showed me around. That was the first time I've been in an actual engine room--where I could stand up without hitting my head.
And just about every surface is clean enough to eat off of, including the engines themselves. And the first mate is kind of easy on the eyes, too.
To say I'm a little envious is an understatement. Anyway, as they say, bon voyage, Capt. Jim.
