"Ehhhhh, close enough." After nearly a week of total dormancy, the boat, as well as our story, slowly cruised onward into the dark depths of the ocean cove. Not a single squeak was uttered by the crew, a solomn, almost reverent atmosphere fell upon the vessel as we crept towards our next obstacle, a haunted drinking game. And just as the last message said, the lonely bottle of rum floated in the water parallel to our ship. "Spiderman, can you grab that bottle with your web and hand it to Porky, as the newest member of our crew, it is only fair that he gets the first drink."