Time is flying down here and we got used to living with new rhythms. The usual sunrise and sunset are gone and nobody seems to mind. Sitting in the Aquarius, writing this journal in the evening, I am under the impression that I am based in an arctic research station. After the winds picked up yesterday, there is a constant rise and fall in pressure inside the house with corresponding sounds like rhythmic winter storms or that we're swallowed by a whale and are forced to listen to its breathing. The snapping shrimps are honoring their name and there is a continuous ticking, much like falling water drops inside the habitat. At night these sounds make you crawl under your blankets like you would do in winter, but then you look out of the window and the sounds don't match the view. Bar jacks come out in first in the morning, making the ones that didn't wake up soon enough breakfast, the schoolmasters pop in and keep looking inside all day, while Chromis lay their eggs on the sides of the window. A day in the life of a fish seems relaxed, you hang around, you look around, than you move 10cm aside and do they same thing again. This period of luxurious relaxation lasts until 1800 when the sun starts setting and the bar jacks return, accompanied by barracuda's, snook and the occasional nurse shark. The results, a pile of fishbones, lay on our deck this morning. Besides these small dramas everything goes well, as a novice among experienced Aquanauts, I understand that day 4 is the worst on board of this non-moving ship. The battle against mushrooms is fought every hour, but everybody is ok, although the legacy of the sea lice adventures, still makes some of us look like iguana's. Our work at the deepest sites comes near its end and we'll start moving up the reef over the next few days. Unfortunately though, the mystic environment of the deeper reefs make it a pleasure to work there. The smallest but most colorful fish are hanging around in huge schools, stingrays fly by as were we working close to a big airport and romance got a hold of two green turtles in the middle of our transects.