That reminds me of a sailboat trip from Connecticut to Tortola. The 3 or us "agreed" that we'd take turns doing the dishes (in a bucket of sea water). I came up on deck one day to find my crewmate flinging dishes like frizbees into the deep blue sea in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. I think I said something like "WTF are you doing?" He calmly replied, "I'm putting 'em in to soak." We made do with no dishes for the remainder of the trip. Stoners...