I took a basic correspondence course from the University of California while in Alaska. With that and talking with the fishing fleet I can be very polite or swear like a russian sailor. I wouldn't try reading War and Peace with my skills. My boss wouldn't listen to me, bought the mess and left. I'm standing on a remote coastal canyon waiting for the tow truck in the morning fog. Tow truck shows up with NO ROOM in the cab and left me there. Right after they left several black and whites ( police cars) rolled up. I stepped back into the fog. It turned out they were dealing in resurrected wrecks, false registration etc. and were russian mafia. I didn't feel like getting involved and using my finally honed EQUIPPED TO SURVIVE skills hiked the canyon down to the beach. Called my boss with the good news and had a beer and fish for lunch.