I stand, or rather sit, corrected, Amos. I believe now that you have indeed crawled the ratlines up to the foretop rear mizzen sprit.

No, Bee-Dub, I didn't bring any ice home. You see, the glaciers are flat dab-smack on to of volcanoes! I tried, but I nearly burned my little pinkies off and then I couldn't play the liar Amos had made for me. (I thought it was spelled "lyre" but he said it was "liar.")

And Amos is not alone in suffering minor medical mishaps. December 4 I will have surgery (again!) for both cubital and carpal tunnel syndromes. Fortunately, it's my left hand so I'll still be able to swing a swath with my sword.