I was framed!
Zepher
Chris & Lyn Darch
Mon 2 Jun 2008 19:29
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05:38.69S
106:48.82W
It was a brilliant starry night complete with the
occasional shooting star last night. What an infinite universe, gets you
thinking of what else may be out there. I also had time to think about the
manner in which I had been castigated in the Snicker incident. (More of
that later). There was also lots of bio-luminescence (phosphorus) in
the water. Dolphins put on a super show at night by streaking through
it. We all enjoyed a sumptuous repast apparently all prepared by cook of
the day, Chris. We were all enjoying the night air in the cockpit
following the meal when Lyn spotted a white flare go shooting up on the
horizon. Needless to say it is on such occasions that no one else has seen
it. As the esoteric of you will have already noted this is not a very
likely event, as white flares are hand held and only red ones should be seen
flying into the air. Having pointed this out to Lyn, she then suggested
that it could have been a whale spouting. Yes there was luminescence, but
a whale! The comment was ripe for a poo poo, but one has to be careful
when it comes to poo poos and Lyn.
Anyway, Chris in the galley. It turned our
that Lyn had prepared the cottage pie that we all enjoyed, and Chris only heated
it up. The chocolate cake that followed was only produced with much help
from Lyn. Chris turned it out on the plate and cut it up. Half of
which was left over for tomorrow. It was at this point that Chris admitted
to being a bit of a choc-a-holmic, and he would be sorely tempted to eat the
rest of the cake during his night watch when all others were asleep. This
got me thinking about the missing snicker which had languished in the fridge for
over a month, and I allegedly admitted to eating. It is now my belief
that Chris by means of autosuggestion has led me into believing that I ate the
bar. Using my groggy state at the 2am watch change to hatch his dastardly
plan. That I had eaten the said bar was rather a surprise to me, as I am more of
a fruit and veg. person. In any case there is no crime without a
wrapper. It's a wonder he didn't plant it on me. Also in
defence of my character, we were down to the last apple a couple of days age,
and as I hadn't had a chance to eat one (Chris had three) I was given the apple,
but true to form I cut it in to four in order to share with my fellow
travellers. Ruth didn't want her piece, she is still a naughty girl when
it comes to getting her to eat healthy fruit. The point is I shared the
apple, this is surely not the actions of a snicker nicker. Though I think
the real culprit is not a million miles away from me. In any case snicker
sounds too much like sneaker to me, and who in there right mind would want
to eat a smelly running shoe? I preferred them when they were marathons,
ops.
Before life before the mast I used to run quite a
few miles each week. So when in Panama city I couldn't resist buying a new
pair of running sneakers (Reebok dmx), and planned to get out running with all
the other young lovelies on the Panama prom. In the end I usually found an
excuse not to go. I decided to wait until the Galapagos, but having seen
the speed that the tortoises moved I decided not to be shown up by them and I'm
now planning my maiden run in the new shoes in the Marquises. Hope the
island is not too steep.
It will soon be day nine, and we have less than two
thousand miles to go. We have a sweep stake of sorts on how many days we
will be at sea. Everyone is being very coy as to how many days they have
put. At present we are on target to meet my gestimate, but I have a
feeling that Chris may alter the route to fit in with his guess. I just
don't trust the guy!
Ruth is mother today and has just produced a couple
of yummy looking loafs of bread. Lyn has just caught another Dorado, also
yum yum. I guess I should go and do some of my watch now that I have put
my side of the snicker episode.
Have a nice day or night depending where you
are.
Innocent Rob
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