On the ferry from Hai Phong to Cát Bà island, Việt Nam, I sought distraction in sketching a card game taking place across from me. A pilot saw me and used sign language to ask me to draw his portrait, which he then proudly carried off to show the rest of the crew. A few minutes later, the senior pilot bolted in, looking for me; he had fixed up his uniform and another man followed him, carrying his cap aloft before solemnly placing it on the old pilot's head. Still using signs, he let me know he wanted his own portrait done. He sat through it with eager patience, and in the end it was my turn to request a portrait of the portrait.