This morning we visited a prison on an island named Ilha Anchieta. Today, there are no incarcerated humans dependent on indifferent or even sadistic guards, it’s a museum, a monument to an age past. Today’s administrators have different cares, different charges, although matters of life and death still rest in their hands. It’s a more liberal, more enlightened program. One of the potential convicts we met today was charged with the crime of being unable to deal with the modern world, “she” was hapless and blundering, easy prey to sophisticated predators. The digressor was brought to the attention of Projeto Tamar during our visit. A trawler arrived at the island after the M/S Endeavour had anchored and we had gone ashore, they displayed the felon to the administration, raised high over the deck of the boat like a trophy, though not of plunder but of humanity. Like a well-oiled machine the staff of Projeto Tamar took the perpetrator in hand and it was processed. Was it healthy? Was it marked and know? Yes, it was lively. No, it had never been here before. It was young with a “chest” white like a baby. What to do? We knew. There was long life ahead, maybe, with a little help. We adopted her, paid a small fee so there would be someone here tomorrow to help others. She came naked and neither she nor we were embarrassed, it seemed right. Measured and marked she awkwardly swam down the sandy beach and into the water, yet another green sea turtle whose encounter with humanity was life and not death. Projeto Tamar, it’s about turtles and enthusiastic people who want to explain what they do, who do what they think is right, their concern is contagious, their commitment is therapeutic. No matter how overwhelmed we are by current events, the world is more than just us and we had a glimpse of just that here, today, on the M/S Endeavour.