More questions than answers

This morning I awoke with an incredible thought: what if Jim knows all about "Westin," the guy in the engine room? He could have brought along a backup in case my cooking or navigational skills didn't work out. He might be worried that I would jump ship when I found out about the snoring. He could have slipped him in through the service entrance any time on the trip and be sneaking him the Byerly's food while giving me the stuff from Sam's Club. It explains why Westin has been so quiet down there and hasn't made noise or sabotaged the boat. There are more than a few hoses and wires down there that affect the boats operation, like the one that makes the big flatscreen TV go up and down.

And I can't help but worry that Jim's judgment may be might just be impaired by our lack of food. He might be planning to push me overboard when we are miles from land in the Gulf of Mexico, part of a grand plan to steal my Crocs, special flossers, fancy clothing and private stache of cherry flavored prunes. It would sure make our supply of corned beef hash and ramen noodles last a lot longer. And there is the constant stress, as we worry about pirates, whales (see previous blog). Things are getting pretty desperate out here as we get farther and farther from civilization.

The only way I can find out what I need to know is to ask someone, but Jim or Westin? Why would either of them tell me the truth? What a trip this has turned out to be....