This evening we sat down to our final silver service dinner or, as Wilson mournfully called it, our Last Supper. I think I saw a tear drip into his soup, but overall he was very brave about it, hugging and thanking all our regular waiters warmly.
Later he knotted his bow tie to have his photograph taken with Captain Sørensen, who remembered W from the 'Navigation' talk. W thanked him for getting us all home without crashing the ship or sinking it.
Finally he went and stood on the deck, gazing at the distant, darkening horizon. He stayed there for about half an hour before it got too cold for him, and he returned to our cabin to finish his packing.
Neither of us is looking forward to tomorrow — we just don't want this holiday to end…
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