Pi Squared Yacht Blog - Day 7
Mustique
Fin McGurran
Mon 3 Dec 2007 16:03
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We have now returned to our normal watch system of
4 hours on and 4 hours off during daylight and 3 on and 3 off during
darkness. The driver rotation worked well, we covered 204 miles in 24hrs,
(Simon managed to achieve 12.8knots - although not completely on
course) our best yet. The crew also had the chance to relax, with 5
of us in the playpen watching a movie, with surround sound, strangest cinema we
have ever been in - rocking seats and a window with a view that alternates
between waves and sky. There was one slight problem with this system, where was
everyone going to sleep?
With 3 more people sleeping rather than the usual 5
- we had an interesting evening in the playpen.
The bows on the bow, Jake and Jony, are resorting
to desperate measures to keep themselves entertained. Yesterday, they both
enjoyed a flogging by the headsail clew, both came back satisfied, for a while
at least. Joni has a red streak on his face from the mast and Jake says
that his eyes were watering from the automatic reaction from being hit on the
nose by the clew.
Jake would like to send a message to his mum - can
you organise delivery of some aloe vera andrex soft toilet paper and a toilet to
go with it.
Water supplies are reducing more rapidly than we
would like - seems that someone is having covet bird baths in the bathroom sink,
the culprit will be brought to justice! We have also run out of biscuits,
crumbs from wafer biscuits were found on the floor in the galley yesterday, the
source has yet to be identified, but we suspect it to be the same person holding
the Werthers Originals. We have also run out of orange squash so there is no way
to mask the taste of tank from our water. Regardless, the crew seem to be
drinking it like cheap white wine.
We had perfect sailing conditions yesterday and
were surfing the waves, standing at the wheel of a 14 tonnes yacht that feels
like a surf board is an awesome experience, the bow dips then the boat rises and
rises, the hull hums underneath your feet as the speed increases, what a
rush!
We have heard a tale of an uncharted, un-named
island somewhere in the Atlantic, with a single inhabitant. People know of
the island but have been unable to find it - apparently, you can tell when you
are there due to a specific wave pattern, called the drunken swell. Our
skipper is convinced he came very close to it this morning,.......
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