Tomorrow we will change status. Well, not exactly tomorrow, but in three days, when the Bay of Biscay crossing is over. 300NM of blue water from Brest in France to La Coruna in Spain. We were nothing, we will become sailors. The real ones. Even if only the baby ones (hey, you have to start somewhere don't you ?). We'll be able to enter a smoky tavern and order a shot of rhum and spit on the floor and sing songs with a horrible voice. Just like that.
We might not sleep much tonight because it's a little stressful to change status. You have responsibilities after that. Moussaillons will come to you with envy and respect shining in their eyes and ask you respectfully how it feels to be a real sailor (even a baby one). And you cannot disappoint them with a stupid answer like "Uh, it feels exhausting because we didn't sleep for three days and ate only crap and puked all over and...". Nope. You'll have to tell them about pirates and sea monsters and treasure hunts and stuff like that. So that one day, they will too become sailors (even if only baby ones).