<strong>Day 2. Mike wakes up and joins Sean in the [Living Room].</strong><br/><br/>It must have been the middle of the night when Mike rolled over and swore he could hear piano music. He tried to block it out of his mind, but he knew it was hopeless. He eventually slipped out of bed and headed downstairs to find Sean playing the piano. His eyes squinted and blinked as they adjusted to the light. “You all right, mate?” he asked Sean from the doorway.<br/><br/>“You too? I can never sleep in a new place on the first night. You’d think a guy who doesn’t spend any time at home would be better at it. What are you playing?”<br/><br/>Mike was a musical dud. He didn’t listen to much, and he couldn’t play anything at all. Whenever he sung, people left the room. The last ship he’d been on had a Filipino crew, and it was their music he listened to. And here Sean was a musician. He had played with Bon Jovi!<br/><br/>Mike wandered off to the wet bar to find a bottle of liquor, and poured two glasses. He came back, giving one to Sean before he could apologize for waking him up. Mike didn’t mind. On a ship, you take sleep when you can get it, and it often comes in chunks of three or four hours at a time. He would have been lying if he said he had been sleeping soundly.<br/><br/>As Mike watched and listened to Sean play it got him musing. “You know, I’ve spent my entire life doing pretty much one thing. I never really thought about what I was missing out on.” He took a swig of his drink and asked Sean a question. “What do you think you’re going to miss most while you’re here?”