‘The longest night’, in a forward deck lounge. Communal seating….and sleeping. Throughout the hours of darkness being kept awake by a grotseque chorus of bodily sounds. A group of raw army recruits signals the second wave as they return, giggling and stumbling, from last orders. An orchestra of ringtones and a searchlight spectacle of light emitted from phones, in a bid to secure a pitch for the few hours left of nightfall. Emerging from the humidity and fug to find a hardy (and sensible) duo sleeping out. Braving the elements preferable to bearing human company in close confines.