The Beast Lives
I studied the engine manual last night and came to the conclusion that there was no way a part could have been put in the injection pump back to front. I retired for the night very puzzled. This morning, having slept on the problem, I came to the conclusion that it could well be that the three little pistons in the injection pump were all aligned incorrectly. I tested my hypothesis cranking the engine over and fiddling with the fuel rack set to various positions. My results were not totally conclusive but it still seemed the only logical explanation. At least I was now confident that the governor wouldn’t go into a positive feedback loop and race the engine towards self destruction if it did start. So I decided to give it a go. And, after a bit of messing around, it did indeed roar into life, straight up to maximum revs and stayed there, no matter what I did with the throttle. I ended up shutting the engine down by disconnecting the fuel lines to the injectors. Hmmm, more thinking. I reckon I have a pretty good idea of what is wrong. Now I have pulled the injection pump back off and tomorrow will go and see Diesel Jorge to get him to have a look at the innards to make sure everything is aligned in accordance with the workshop manual. With a little luck maybe tomorrow we will have good news.
And the mainsail is supposed to be here tomorrow as well.
All is well.
The beast lives, it’s illness was not terminal after all. Noisy damned thing! Anyway it seems to have made the skipper happy. Who knows, maybe if I play my cards right I will score some tuna tonight. What a pleasant thought to occupy my non-waking moments … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.