>> MAY 10th, 725 NAUTICAL MILES WEST OF BISHOP'S RUN, THE ENTRANCE TO THE ENGLISH CHANNEL, WE'RE OVER HALFWAY ACROSS.

WE'VE BEEN ABOARD 22 DAYS, 22 DAYS SINCE WE'VE CARRIED ANY MONEY OR KEYS.

WE LOSE ANOTHER HOUR'S SLEEP EVERY OTHER DAY AS WE TRAVEL EAST AND EVEN SO, TIME IS EXPANDING.

THE PRESENT MOMENT LASTS FOREVER.

FOREVER.

FOREVER.

FOREVER.

FOREVER.

PEOPLE ON BOARD SEEM TO LIVE IN THE PAST.

THE ONLY THING THEY TALK AND THINK ABOUT IS WHAT'S HAPPENED.

THEY NEVER SEE FURTHER IN THE FUTURE THAN THE NEXT HOLIDAY, WHAT -- WHERE EVENTUALLY THEY COULD GO.

IT'S THE END OF THE FUTURE.

THEY REALLY ARE LIVING ON THEIR PAST AND THEIR MEMORIES.

MEMORIES.

MEMORIES.

>> ON A SHIP, THERE IS A LOT OF FREEDOMS.

YOU DON'T HAVE A CAR, IT'S NO PROBLEM, YOU DON'T HAVE IT.

DON'T NEED THAT FREEDOM.

YOU CAN'T GO TO A PUB TO HAVE A DRINK WITH PEOPLE YOU KNOW OR YOU EVEN DON'T KNOW.

ON THE OTHER HAND, YOU CAN HAVE MOVEMENTS THAT YOU TOTALLY FEEL FREE.

SEEMS CONTRADICTORY BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST SO LIMITED SPACE.

AND YET WHEN YOU LOOK AROUND, YOU JUST SEE EVERYTHING AND YOU SEE NOTHING.

I CAN'T REALLY DESCRIBE IT, WHAT MAKES ME SO FREE.

I'M VERY LIMITED.

I CAN'T DO THAT, THE CHIEF MATE SAID WELL, HE CAN'T DO THAT, HE CAN'T -- WELL, I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE RULES HERE.

THERE ARE RULES AS THERE ARE ON THE SHORE, TOO, BUT MUCH MORE LIMITED THAN YOU CAN SEE IN THE END I JUST DO WHAT I WANT.

I JUST FEEL THE WAY I WANT.

WHEN I COME ON DECK IN THE MORNING, I KNOW IT'S MY JOB AND I CAN STILL -- TOGETHER, I FEEL VERY, VERY WELL, VERY HAPPY.

I NEVER FELT THAT HAPPY BEFORE, ON SHORE.

IT MAKES ME SO FREE AND IT SEEMS WITH VERY, VERY SIMPLE THINGS, BEING IN THE WIND AND BEING NEAR THE WATER.

YOU DON'T NEED THAT CAR YOU DON'T NEED THAT TELEVISION.

DON'T NEED THAT MUCH PEOPLE AROUND YOU, NEITHER.

THERE'S TIME HERE TO LOOK INTO A LIFE FOR MEANING BUT IT'S NO EASIER TO DO HERE AT SEA THAN ON LAND AND SURELY IT'S HARDER TO SPEAK OF SUCH THINGS IN A LANGUAGE NOT YOUR OWN, BUT ON A SHIP, THERE ARE AT LEAST TWO WHO COULD.

THE CHIEF MATE AND THE JUNIOR DECK OFFICER.

THEY SHARED THE SAME WATCH, MARKING TOGETHER THE BEGINNING AND END OF EACH DAY.

BUT AS THEY WEREN'T EQUALS, THEY WEREN'T FRIENDS AND LIFE MOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS.

WITH SEVEN MONTHS AT SEA, ONE LOOKED OUT WITH NEW, SHARP EYES AND THE OTHER LOOKED BACK AND REMEMBERED.

REMEMBERED.

REMEMBERED.

REMEMBERED.

>> MAY 12th, SEA GULLS