The capsized vessel has somehow righted itself and is now in an upright position. We are sitting a little lower in the water and there is still a noticeable list to the starboard. Bilge pumps are trying to keep up with the water that is still leaking in through some poorly patched holes in the hull. Some power has been restored, but the main engine's bearings have been scorched, and the injectors damaged by seawater. 

 

The long term prognosis is not good. We will most probably not make it to dry land. The chances for rescue are slim, as the Captain, hell bent on going down with the ship, destroyed the ship's radio before any distress signal could be sent. Bad captain. Didn't you learn anything from Jaws?

Repairs have been made to the auxiliary engines, and despite the seawater in the fuel, the stubborn captain is pushing the vessel, running at top speed, engines knocking, smoke billowing from the exhaust. It won't be too long before this stubbornness has its consequence. Complete engine failure is immanent.

Nonetheless, for the moment, captain and crew are still alive, battered but not beaten. If there is ever to be a rescue, or whether the ship goes down in shark infested waters, there will be stories to be told. Some will make better myths and legends than actual accounts, but that's just the nature of stories.

The captain's log is, um, waterlogged, and there wasn't much room for new entries to begin with. Most of the pages were filled with a lot of incoherent ramblings, and entries of a factual or informational nature are scant. His sextant skewed, he'd been sailing in circles for years and become quite mad.

I could keep this up all day, however, I am getting hungry. And it is Saturday, so there's still that convention to be honored. It's funny the rituals people hold onto despite their dire situations.  

 

Today, I think I've come to some clarity, although that's debatable. I won't elaborate at this time, since it is mess time in the galley, and even deranged seamen have to eat.

Current soundtrack 

Last week (I won't lie, it is still in rotation. I love Linda Ronstadt.)

 

 

 

Bonus question: What is the lifespan of a potato bug?   

 

(scroll down for the answer, or click here for more info)

An adult potato bug can live for as long as two or maybe even three years. But the short answer is "who cares?" Most people find them hideous, and a quick google search will mostly net results on how to get rid of what is considered to be an unsightly, unwanted pest.