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Let�'s call it Squits 14th January A quick update to my previous blog about the tuna. I am sure my friends in Canada will be keen to know exactly where it was caught. So, Kenzie, I can tell you it was in the Atlantic. After we caught the tuna and Cap�'n Ian made some very professional looking sushi with it for lunch. Evening time we had tuna steaks with veggies. Next day we both had the squits, trots, call it what you will. It could have been the chili tacos from the previous night but it felt like the World had fallen out of our bottom, a condition not to be sniffed at, I can tell you. The forensic determination of Ian sprang into action. First, the fridge was emptied and any suspect food stuffs ejected (this included some mince purchased in Cape Verde a week previous which was leaking into the fridge). Then, despite any evidence of wrongdoing, our sizeable cache of tuna went over the side. Pity, but you can�'t be too careful with only one toilet on board. The next part of Ian�'s research led him to the Ship Captain�'s Medical Guide to investigate what type of lurgi could be caught from fish. The book did not address any specifics but, boy, did I learn a lot about what sailors commonly suffer from. It is probably best to avoid going into too many details for the sake of the more delicately minded readers but I could not avoid being intrigued by one such ailment known as Dogger Bank Itch. I remain unsure whether its name derives from the North Sea location of its origin or the nocturnal activities of a financial services professional around the car parks and lovers�' lanes of Norwich.