but does anybody know where this shipload of lunatics is going ?
I'll be hiding in my cabin if you happen to find out.)

I will take this message to your cabin for you. Please don't be afraid to come out. We all love each other on this ship and it is very pleasant. ( Except for Mrs. Grundy -- she isn't kind. ) The Captain said we are going bravely into the future. I think. He is very nice. He just gave me another sock for my nest. ( He doesn't like to wear them, I don't think. )

Will you please, please sing in the opera with us? The Opera Director is a little frazzled at the moment because all the singers want to be carried and no one wants to carry them. He is a 190 pound Hamburger. That is very big, no? He is very nice too. I don't think he is a lunatic, but I'm not sure what that means, so he could be. He also seems upset about corks. That is: he is upset about what is NOT at the other end of the corks?

Maybe you will come out of your cabin and explain all this to me, please? ( Or you could push a note under the door. )

Ducky

This is a ship full of lunatics, sure it is.
But we are all nice and caring lunatics.
Ducky is prepared to take you under her wings.
Give her a special tufty or fleecy sock from your luggage as tip - and she will guide you around ship.
Do not forget to ask for the opera rehearsal room.
"Il direttore" waits for undetected talents, to get the first opera in space under way.

Umm, yes, it all sounds very nice but I saw the Captain wobbling. More than the duck. I think he was drunk. How can we be safe if the Captain is on the sauce? I am going to stay in my cabin for a while longer, if that's alright. Later I will let Ducky bring me to the rehearsal room. I understand you have some fine singers on board. I trust that you, dear "Il direttore", are not an imbiber?

As child I was hooked on cod liver oil, on urgent request of my mother and the doctor (YUK !)
Now I have switched to beer. Drinking beer is not imbibing, but enjoying basic food.
Do not worry about the wobbling captain, we are on autopilot.

So... we're on autopilot ?
I was in the control room at the time this journey was starting...
In the corner was a disgusting old relic , chattering what sounded like computer commands .... apparently trying to feed the commands to an even older relic.

The first relic was the Captain, and the even older relic was the AUTOPILOT !

So you think you've cheered me up ?

Dear worried passenger -
you can rely on the autopilot.
It is the model Zuse Z4, secretly installed in test versions of the V2-rockets, like mine. After WW2 one Z4 landed up with the Royal Australian Air Force, is now installed in the SS Incredibable. This "relic", as you choose to call it, is still able to bring you everywhere (maybe not, where you want to go).
The captain's computer commands will do no harm, as the Z4 understands only German commands.

I think it is only she who has the wisdom to deal with this, um, little problem in communications which affects our navigation. Will you please pick Elene up on your next Rum Run if she is willing, Directore? (I rather doubt Elene will shed on the seats, unlike Squeaky.) Thank you. Sady

Will try to pick up Elene on my next cod liver oil run, even if V2 rockets are not well remembered, where Elene lives.