We have traversed the Gatun Locks, and are now anchored in Gatun Lake. The pilot is sleeping it off behind the curtain in the wheelhouse berth. The sun is sinking in the West. (Just let her go - too much trouble to launch the rescue boat.) The lights of the surrounding anchored vessels are twinkling in the fading light -------------- which means it's time for another drink. Everyone gather at the bar on the Garden Deck.
