I woke up to the sound of Sammy's voice. Right in my ear. Ouch. I swung my legs over the side of my hammock and got down. After falling a few feet (I think it was about five, but not having a tape measure, I can't be sure), I landed. With a rather loud thud. Sammy jumped down after me, obviously quite at home with the fact that my hammock was many feet higher than it should be. She looked at me expectantly and started rubbing against my ankles. I sighed, and started off towards the kitchen.
    (our cook for the day), was quite angry when I got there, yelling at me: "Where have you been all morning?! It's already past lunchtime!"
    "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so," I thought. "Whatever," I said, and got out some cat food for Sammy. He (the cook) sighed, and went off to do something. Sammy finished her food and curled up on my shoulders like a purring furr neck piece—not that I would ever let anyone make her into one, mind you. Purring or not.
   I started chopping up some potatos for some chowder I was planning on making. A little while later, Mary Tuna came in to help. We talked about all the strange goings on that had been going on on the ship. I told her about my hammock being moved, and my suspicions that the ghost did it. Sammy jumped down from my shoulders, and ran off in the direction of Aliaranel's garden, probably to beg some catnip out of her.