Gentle Reader, I was up at six, ate a light breakfast and headed for the high speed ferry to return to Tahiti. It was only a 20 min. ride but big waves and fun. Having ducked those bad boys in the Papeete Marina it was nice to be on the inside. There is a Le Armpit Airport Hotel and a Sofitel by Tiana Marina. I rolled into the Sofitel left the cab running and they were sold out. They called the Intercontinental next door and Voila, done deal. This is a pretty nice place. I get checked in right away and get upgraded to a panoramic garden view room. A quick shower and it's a hike to the Marina. I check with the usual suspects including a mechanic who did $11,000.00 worth of work and tells me he has not worked on an Amel in years nor does he know who Capt. Billy is. I decide to move on as opposed to arguing, anyone having met Capt. Billy remembers him. I visually inspect all dingy's and I think I can see Spirit Guide off in the distance. I need to get a ride on a dingy and see. Approaching strangers for a dingy ride even with seasoned cruisers is like telemarketing. Your case needs to be brief, strong and plausible. Quite frankly I have been worried about him since yesterday. He called my wife Joni and asked that I call him. Don't ask. Upon trying all day, all I got was a busy signal. I new his meds were at a critical level. I try to talk people into a potentially futile dingy ride and a previously met cruiser named Jamie pulls up to the dock with his girlfriend to have lunch. I ask him about Billy and he says he is a pain in the ass with a broken knee but, Ok. He takes me out, what a mensch. I still give him a fifty to have lunch with his girlfriend, it was the right thing to do for a variety of reasons. On the way out I tell him of being on the hard and who appears amongnst this floating festival but Capt. Billy, himself. I jump dingy's and we are strangely happy to see one another. I am flat out relieved. I needed to see he was alright myself before leaving. I pick up some stray clothing on Spirit Guide. I thought I left two shirts, there were six. I told him I would see him around tonight which of course I will, what could possibly go wrong? It is then off to Carrefour I go, a giant supermarket, to pick up a piece of luggage. A long walk back commences, leading me back to the hotel. I find the Tiki Bar for a drink(s) and lunch. I have a fresh sardine salad and a French Onion Soup. Happy Bastille Day! I am sitting poolside addressing you, my one reader. I feel genuinely relieved. Last night was a farewell dinner with Taylor and Anna, our best to date. A French sort of tapas extravaganza that was food porn eventually leading us to another restaurant. I miss those guys already. They turned a potentially dark episode for me in something truly fun. Thanks, dudes. If you think this adventure is over wait until after tonight; I am strongly considering a nap and guarding my loins.