How cool that you're on Kwaj. My in-laws met and married there in the early 60's. My FIL worked on radar support in the Fishbowl days and MIL was a teacher. Their first date involved flipping his outrigger in the lagoon, losing her sunglasses and his 12 pack of Lucky lager in the drink (both still begrudge the other of their loss, and it depends on the storyteller as to whose fault it was.). FIL will get a kick out of knowing a homebrewer is there who isn't Marshall-ese. He didn't think much of the native hooch.