Sunbird position 36:51.9N 35:55.5W
Local Noon on 8th June
Tall Tree Tales
On a wind-less watch
The mind can wander
Like contra hemispheric cyclones
Dancing on a horizon
Strewn with man-made hazards
Flotsam or jetsam or whatever the name
Barrels and buoys
The threat is the same
Salt soaked tree trunks
Lurk in the water
A dark forest of blue
Out of which
Creatures occasionally break
For us to see
Or them to see us
All shiny too
Smooth grey hulled
Vertical white fins
Boldly pointing a long pre-bent finger
At an airless sky
Oh mother nature
Where is thy wind?
Where is thy wind
And is that more debris I see between me and that place where the Vikings fell off?
No, no, thankfully not.
Downstairs all are asleep
Save for the light
Under which my standby reads
The journals and letters that he stole
From cabins fore and aft
Under my instruction
So that you and I and he may read and enjoy
From a Galley Girl
The troops are a hungry and appreciative lot. Sure they call them crews but I like troops as it puts me in charge, though he (Steve) is the commander, it’s my spatula against his spinnaker!
And you cannot live on wind alone, though the smelly boys do make a good effort at it.
And bless those Scottish lads. They have been making bread. Appropriate really as they do say that the Jocks can make the dough last! Tight buggers!
(Extracted from a letter to her mother)
....I am a bit perplexed. The skipper and crew believe me to be a slacker. How can this be? My ropes are always neat and I’ve only been late for my watch once. Plus I’m the only one catching any fish! Oh it is worrisome.
It’s boring really. There is no wind and if there were any I’d be able to smell mutiny as the crew are at it, imitating my perfectly poised foredeck accessing shuffle; hoisting my freshly laundered briefs
so that we make way under a very unclassifiable courtesy flag; putting my knowledge to the test by constantly bugging me with sailing or nautical navigation questions. They alter my music collection too. Fill it with rubbish and leave me less time with my Enya! At least they can’t get my Pringles.
(1st Mate Jasso knows not, that I have seen this)
My cabin mate is noisy from both ends. Who’d of thought so much noise was possible from someone so skinny! Yesterday he filleted the fish. Man I’ll tell you, there was more meat coming off the fine beast, than there is on himself! And he busts the most important piece of kit on this vessel of balsa. Where’s a man to put his brew if the holder is broken? What a twat! Skippers worried about the mandrill on the boom failing but that pales in significance to the cup holder and is probably easier to fix too. Ah, he’s good at the wheel, the Mersea lad, but I smoked a few miles off him the other night! Speed is what you need, speed!
Bens Bottom Line
Medi cleaned our heads yesterday. About time too, the slacker. She is a good room-mate really.
It’s great out here, all peaceful and blue, with plenty to do, such as sails to fill, songs to sing and thoughts to be thought. Yeah, I like it. Cruisy.
Daylight has come and brought with it wind
The boys are up and the spinnaker too
Forecast is good and its 600 miles to go to the Azores
And it’s a full moon tonight
So who knows what may happen then
When your alone with your thoughts
But for now it’s time to sleep
Written By Andy
Any likeness to individuals living or dead is purely coincidental.