I settled back into life on the Clipper , being careful to be a good worker but not as good as Sam. I also was careful not to use people’s names before I was introduced. I hadn’t engaged with this group all that much, so I didn’t have a lot of subjects to remember to avoid. This time around, I was determined to be even less sociable. I tried to project affable loner whenever someone talked to me—not impolite by any means, but no attempt to keep the conversation going. I would try for neither likeable nor unlikeable, but forgettable. It turned out to be easier than expected. The days of arguing and debating with Theresa on the Hurricane had been idyllic even with the stress of my situation, and the crew of this boat seemed flat and uninteresting by comparison.