No, it's not time for the Commodores. I celebrated the official word that I have to stay onboard for another two weeks by working nineteen hours straight. Then, sometime after I finally crawled off to my rack and passed out, my cabin phone rang. It was one of my people waking me up to solve a problem. It seems I told them I had a solution but didn't feel like doing it and hung up. Guess I don't do the middle of the night very well.
Today, we ran into a mess of fishing gear which tangled our shit and ripped some of it off, possibly. Not a good day, by any measure.