Whenyou'reon a boatandstormscoming, youfind a harbor, youfind a bet, youfindanythingyoucantobeabletogetoutofthemainstormandjustbuckledownthehatchesandwait.
It's notmuchelseyoucando.
Justwaited.
I wouldprayWell, itturnsoutofthestorm.
Itdidsomedamage.
Itmusthaveblownsomeofmytarpstrapsloose.
Butthenitmadethetarpsag.
Thewarcollectedandcrushedsomeofmyframing.
Mylabis a mess.
Well, thatwasoneofthemainsupports.
Thedamagethatthelabistakingitreallyis a reminderofhowbaditcangetuphere.
That's something I thinkwelosesightof.
Anditreallyremindsmehowstrongly I needtobuildtheaddonforthemashed.
So I Yeah, I'm gonnadoeverything I cantoreinforceit.