Many years ago in another life I became part of an elite and special club. Members of this club used to meet soon after midnight in the bar of the m.v. Irish Wasa. The Irish Wasa is probably the biggest rust bucket I have ever sailed on. For my sins I completed two trips on this ancient iron ore carrier, so have spent nearly a year of my life on a ship that sank with the loss of several lives soon after the company I worked for sold her.
She might have been a rust bucket, but for most of my time on the Irish Wasa we had a fairly good crowd. At some point during my second trip the junior engineer on the 8-12 watch managed to acquire a sack of potatoes from the galley stores. The second cook may have helped by loaning his keys to the junior.