"Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink."
This is a line taken from a well-known poem written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
It refers to the fact that a ship is surrounded by water but to drink is a premium. Unlike the days of old where fresh water was stored in wooden casks, in this modern age a machine called a reverse osmosis system (or water maker), colloquially called an RO, makes water on a daily basis when operating properly. Ours had some challenges a few days into the voyage and it's not till you need it that reality sets in that you may not have fresh water! Over a 48-hour period we prayed, repaired and prayed again. The sea water became less and fresh water became more. How grateful we are for small mercies.