Saluting the sirens

Well, readers, we made it through the eye of the storm, and are now becalmed in foggy waters. The sirens led us gently through the treacherous shallows, and our hardy Argonauts are taking a well-earned rest. But no one believes that we are near the end of our sojourn, least of all our captain. Jason has been poring over the charts in recent days, armed with little but a wristwatch of dubious provenance, and a barrel of mangos. Should the wind fill our sails once again, we anticipate a landing on a distant peninsula sometime towards the end of next week, where we will disembark and then change into canoes for the long paddle upstream into the heart of darkness, where we will meet our collective fates. Like the Mekong dolphins, we will not be able to rely on the kindness of sirens, but instead must rely on our wits alone. Given that some have called our crew witless, we will sorely be tested.