a tiny clay ocarina. A tear comes to his eye as he turns to me. "Bustard," says the Possum, interrupted momentarily by another outburst of his trademark whistling gas." This here musical instrument was give to me by a very dear friend, He used to play this on it..." and the Possum launches off into a rather lively version of The Irish Washerwoman .

"No! For the love of..." I warned him, but it was too late. I launched full speed into a staggering Irish jig. Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of the drunken Captain, playing a fairly skillful bodhran. To the right, the pale Catholic Priest suddenly stands bolt-upright, and starts step-dancing like a maniac. The three lewd spinsters emerge from their cabins in varying degrees of undress and start a Maypole Dance around the mast."Where the Hell did that mast come from!" shouts Dylan, toking on a humongous joint,"This is a freakin' Steamship!!" By now the Priest is dirty-dancing with the middle-sized spinster. Just as things are really looking bleak, up comes Ishmael, yelling "....