On they went, with more dancing, even persuading Toddy to do his Fool's Jig. Total chaos was expected, for he'd fallen over every time that he'd tried to do it in Bremen, but to everyone's surprise, and Bill's relief (he was using Bill's drumstick), he did it perfectly! Perhaps the combination of moving deck and plenty of beer convinced his brain that the whole room was, in fact, quite still.

The last dance that anyone remembered doing was 'Black Joke', and for a very good reason; during the chorus, 'screwing', they all side stepped towards the wall; then, just as they were about to return, the deck heaved and ... CRASH!!, a (reasonably) orderly side was transformed into a heap of arms and legs at the foot of the wall.

From time to time, hot and out of breath, a brave sole took a walk outside, but would soon flee from the wind and rain; except for Mick and Toddy. They went off, ranting up and down the deck, oblivious to the howling wind and flying spray; returning via the dormitories, bells jingling and feet clumping, no doubt alerting more than one sleepy passenger, before going out to the stern for a session of swinging on the bars of the wind break.

By now (three a.m.), everyone was exhausted, so they sat down for a sing song, finishing up with ... yes, the infamous 'Ich bin der Musikmann', ...then finally collapsing, barely an hour before the boat docked.