Galapagos

           Our ship was a good one and our weather was so fine it reminded me of Coleridge - except such sunny calm weather wasn't exactly what he wanted:
            

Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink.