The names as Mari gave them, in the order she gave them.
Aboard
Twelve, and the crew
Portraits fill these frames as they are taken. One each, same spot, shoulders up — the foredeck at golden hour does the work for you. Until then the frame waits, which is its own kind of invitation.
And the boat’s own
The crew, and the pilot
Names go here as we learn them — skipper, chef, and the one this log will inevitably be about, whoever flies the helicopter.