Day
5
Mutiny! Mogul has been temporarily relieved of today’s outpour into
the blogosphere to get a, let’s say, ‘more balanced’ view to our readers.
Anyone
not believing forecasts anymore has been proven wrong…. the wind IS gone. Happily motoring through the
mirror-like Atlantic with no need to fuss around with sail trim, the crew has
plenty of time to ponder some of life’s not quite so important
issues:
(a)
Tea: Is it milk first, water second, tea bag
third or teabag first, water second and milk third?
(b) Mushrooms: Should we keep cultivating our part-baked
bread mould farm or abandon the time honored tradition of growing your own
food?
(c)
Please, why don’t you let me go
swimming to pet one of those beautiful Man-o-Wars floating around?
The
Hoff has settled comfortably into his role serving as a prime example of true
leadership for the rest of the crew who eagerly served him breakfast (yes, there
were second orders for more toast) and, once again, took over his cooking
duties. It is all in the delegation.
Meanwhile, the Spa
Deck has re-opened and is in full swing. Unfortunately, the only service
offered right now are cold salt water showers as the vessel lacks more qualified
spa staff.
Rumor
has it, rebel forces are assembling against the dark forces of the Empire (you
know which one) on this boat. To be continued….
