"She's handling like a slug", reports Anderson at the wheel. I ring for 2/3 speed, there is a long pause and the telgraph follows. The ship slows.

There is a flahing red light on the status pannel.

The first mate arrives on the bridge.

"What's up?"

"I think we have a problem with #4 hold.", I report.

We can feel the ship bounce a bit. The ship has taken on a bit of a shimmy as we roll along.

"I'll go back and check it out." I offer.

"OK. I'll stay here, call me and tell me what's going on."

"How about the Capt.?", he just looks at me and rolles his eyes.

I go out the side door and go down the gangway to the main deck. As I pass #3 I can just start to make it out.

'Oh, God, not again', is all I can say.

The hatch to #4 is open, the passengers had broken in and the accordions were all over the place. Bellowing out that God awfull tune. All the passengers were in a circle, Waving their arms and jumping around like a bunch of Kansas City Faggots.

I don't get too close, the pull is almost irresistable, I crawl to a phone and ring the bridge.

"It's the worst I have ever seen. Even getting sunk off of Tonga during the war isn't this bad." I report.

"What's going on? Just don't tell what I fear the most."

"Yes, they have the accordions out, they are doing the....Hokey Pokey"

"Crap! were doomed."

I can't help it, my feet have a life of their own, I slide to the circle and put my big foot in....