Honestly, Rodrigo is a bit of my mouthpiece here, I don’t think I can think of better advice.
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Rodrigo continued his story, “Both Roger and I ended up being excellent navigators, and found our way back. But three other boys in our troop got lost. One got hypothermia, and the two others started a forest fire while trying to light a smoke-signal fire. I suppose one could infer that the point of the story is: even when things end in miserable disaster, it can still be worth it for the time spent with the people involved.” And then Rodrigo added, “And no matter how foolish you act, remember that others are probably doing even stupider things.” They looked at each other, and then Rodrigo clinked their glasses together and they both smiled kindly. Rodrigo returned towards the chip, and Picknar, looking a little less upset, stayed looking up at the stars.
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On a ship of fools, be a navigator.
You can use your characters as your mouthpiece, but never go the full Heinlein.
Uh, wow, that’s a lot of scouts getting lost on a single trip
Deep down under our skins there is flesh and blood
That we’re all brothers
Now you may join the Elks, my friend
And I may join the Shriners
And other men may carry cards
As members of the Diners
Still others wear a Golden Key
Or small Greek letter pin
But I have learned there’s one great club
That all of us are in
There is a brotherhood of man
A benevolent brotherhood of man
One man may seem incompetent
Another not make sense
While others look like quite a waste
Of company expense
They need a brother’s leadership
So please don’t do them in
Remember mediocrity
Is not a mortal sin
They’re, we’re
In, in
The, the
Brotherhood of man
Sorry. Seized by the spirit of Robert Morse in this moment.
I think I had to respond to put out that fire. Well, they wanted a signal and they certainly succeeded. Plus, one tends to escape hypothermia when in a forest fire.