Though I seem out of place here, I always made sure we had plenty of butter and saltines on hand for late night watches. Nothing soothes the soul like the smooth taste of a good butter (not that oleo crap) and that crunch of a good saltine cracker - not the whole wheat crap. If the weather was smooth, I would have about twenty crackers lined up, butter face to butter face, on a paper towel. That was at night. During the day, in good weather also, it was Vienna Sausages and mayo. No fruit crap for me. The raisins were in the life raft bag.
In bad weather, I have to admit I had Oreos stuffed into the bib of my foulies, day or night. Only Oreos. They saw me through many a hurricane, many a squall. Though the coffee may take on the taste of the sea, the old girl never entirely got my Oreos (though she did wash away a bit of them many nights).
You are bringing back way too many memories,