Alas, when I rolled out of my bunk at eight bells* I discovered that my supply of potable water had vanished! Fortunately, I had enough on hand to brew my coffee, and a visit to some of the local chandlers** sufficed to replenish my stores.
Now I’m just marking time until my watch on the good ship Nations Unis is over.
I hope you enjoyed fair winds and clear skies, mateys!
** Grocery stores.