I departed while spirits were buoyed and took up the post at my high window, the ships returned twice during the day with plenty more material for our vital mission. The work in the camp was completed and the hunters provided more than enough spoil for that day and the next contributing to a rather positive and near-festive mood. How the troubles must have seemed to be more sleeps away than the Hands could bring themselves to count. 

They were engaging with each other inludite's in the depths of their camp a business already presumed to be takingplace whenever they were out of our sight. Only now it was becoming rather loud in several senses that such actions were occurring was being communicated loudly in the local environs. 

By its very nature which was then prompting secondary reporting of the disturbing night time chirping to me. I had a few self-appointed experts among the Engineers who presented in unison a case that this unsanitary immoral and rotten behavior be abolished. I wittily returned that to abolish the base sins was to abolish not only the driving force invigorating our Hands but to step in and try to blind god to the real shade of their worth. 

There was a kind of denial on this topic in which those who wish to see a machine that did not require unsavory inputs dreamed a lifelike world in which weal ready had such an impossible machine installed. I dismissed it all with the practical conclusion that we had a more vital machine to design leaving no spare moments to mold the throngs into anything but their natural slouch. Furthermore I found the entire subject to be intriguing, we arranged to provide the Hand camp with a rudimentary public house aside from the main huddle in which all manner of sin could be concealed after their contracted hours of work.