Things are working out pretty good on the happy boat Reinrag^2. Lots of you have been asking for updates on the minor details of life. For example, my shoes. They were incased in plastic and set on a shrine next to the steering. We were hoping that the squeaking mouse would leave the rudder post and eat them instead, given how "ripe" they had become. No luck though. The squeak was really beginning to get worrisome. We tried using a bunch of McLube on it, but mouse just seemed to get angrier.
(To the rhythem of Lionel Richie..) "All night squall, all night, ALL NIGHT SQUALL, all right!"