Ok, one more note..

Somehow in the depth of my misery, I got to know the Lady a bit. I've heard that a ship requires love to sail true, and I think I saw a glimpse of that while lying slumped on the quarterdeck (thank you Rob!!). We had some racous Irish folk-music wailing away, and while looking up at the masts, I realized that we were swelling in time to the music. When the rhythm changed, eventually so did the roll of the brig. She was dancing!!