Boss Hog did not have any shipboard routines. There was no computer-controlled dimming of the lights to indicate night; no bland female voices piped over the intercom to alert the crew to special events; no penalties for missing breakfast. You could sleep as long as you like, and there was nothing to stop you.
So it wasn't until 2pm the next day, shipboard time, that Guybrush finally woke. At first, he lay there in a state of blissful unawareness, then the events of yesterday flooded back.
Guybrush groaned, and swung himself out of bed. He dressed, and stepped out into the passageway.
It was quiet. Guybrush could hear the low rumble of the engines, and he could hear faint noises from the cockpit - Wally must be in there. But nothing else.
Guybrush climbed down the ladder to the second level. Coming to the rec room, he found Elaine.
She was sitting on one of the chairs, staring into space with a frown on her face. She saw Guybrush, and stood up. "Hello there, Guybrush," said Elaine. "I see you're finally up. Would you like to know what I've been doing for the last five hours?"
"Not really," said Guybrush. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
Elaine rushed in behind him. "Well!" she said. "What was that for? You don't have to act like a jerk just because you've got an unwanted guest on board. Hey! Look at me!"
Guybrush kept his back turned. He was looking at the kitchen. Normally, this was just two plastic desks, and a lot of boxes of food pills stacked away behind cupboard doors.
Right now, both desks were piled up with half-opened food boxes, reconstituting equipment, and bizarre utensils Guybrush didn't even recognise. Blue liquid stained one corner of the desk.
"That's from when I was trying to fix some breakfast," said Elaine. "I was trying to find something that wasn't food pills. No luck. Don't you guys have anything you celebrate with, at least?"
"We're kind of low key here," said Guybrush. He turned to her. "Now listen. This is my ship. I run it the way I like it. And I don't want you running around mucking things up. Okay?"
Elaine glared at him. "You think I'm supposed to be intimidated by that?"
Guybrush turned to leave.
"Where are you going now?" said Elaine.
"Secondary storage room," said Guybrush. "Better see what else you've done."
They entered the secondary storage room. Guybrush looked around critically for any changes. Elaine had pushed the couch up against one wall, and one of the cupboards was open (revealing a bare interior), but nothing else had changed.
"Everything fine here?" said Elaine bitterly.
"It's okay," said Guybrush. "And it better stay that way."
"Like hell!" spat Elaine. "This is my bedroom. I'll do whatever I want in here, thank you very much. I know you don't like having me here, but I'm not going to spend my days skulking around the ship like some unwanted disease."
"Can't you just find something else to do?" said Guybrush.
Elaine laughed. "Do? There's nothing to do here. I was looking around for paper, but you don't have any. Probably don't even have any pens. You don't have any books. No music. The only computers on this ship are in the cockpit. I'd like to know what you spend your day doing."
"All right," said Guybrush. "I'll show you."