By Tuesday, the captain intervened. All hands were mustered and a general cleanup ensued, making life more tidy, if not dry. Meantime, our frozen meals were proving their worth in terms of morale at dinnertime. We had stew, goulash, pulled pork, gumbo, and chili and rice. Each meal required just a bowl and spoon, keeping dishes to a minimum. We each settled into our routines: watches, sleep, navigation, communications, cooking, cleaning. The miles flew by, and life was easy.