A recycled drawing follows, from ca. 2008:
The crew could grumble all they liked, the captain supposed, but it wasn't going to change the wind. "I spy" had gotten old and there weren't enough cards on board for a proper game of Uno. They were such entitled little monsters, the captain reflected, that they couldn't bear a motionless week in the middle of the doldrums without being constantly entertained. He (the captain) discoursed extensively on the topic with the first mate as they made peanut butter sandwiches for everyone and cut off the crusts.