Overhead, its delegated lookout, its scout, its sidekick,its higher eye, scans the horizon in 360-degree swoops, showering the intrepid sleuth with even more possibilitiesfor disclosure.

The Ships' Detective absorbs, sorts and democratizes information, in order to discern which bits are truly clues.

The rest, the residue that, in its weathered opinion, offers no disclosure, it casts overboard in consideration of the limitations of the ship's cargo holds.

This discretionary business is not an easy task. At times, when The Ship's Detective is overwhelmed by the abundance of information in the ecosystem, it cocks its ear to catch the strains of the siren's solid refrain, the atonal dirge, the chorus handed down through history for detectives seeking to discern that one clue masked in the deluge, which will change everything.