 They see Buck and I on the beach flipping birds up at them. John, I love you. Welcome to Buck Island. Or rather, thank you for being on Buck Island the whole time. Here's what I don't want, Buck. I don't want you and your John and everybody else on Buck Island. I fear that you're soon going to be spelling out SOS and coconuts. And I want all of you to not let the ships leave and wave at them and be like, everything's fine here.