I didn't read much on the ferrying ship as the waves were rocking the ship around some & if i look at something when on boats & not outside on the horizon my ears say to my brain that something is not right & my brains only solution is to purge the contents of what's in my belly thinking something in there must be the culprit. It didn't happen this time, but it's happened before so i know better. I don't have the ears & stomach for boats like the brother that wrote the book of mud has. I didn't read this brother's book much on the boat but i read some more of it back while things were drying off or when we were trying to get warm or when i woke up before anyone else was awake.