Where's the damn wind!!
Imagine of Plymouth
Arthur
Wed 5 Dec 2007 17:12
Occifer of the watch's log. Stardate 5th Dec of the
year two thousand and seven. On a mission where no man has set fo......
Sorry, got carried away there....
Hello to all of you Blog followers of 'Imagine of
Plymouth'
Rudy's out and about tweaking this, setting that,
so Mark is once again your story teller for the events of the past 24
hours.
Well, what a 24 hours it has
been....Not.
Probably not long after the excitement of Robert
hauling in a 4.25KG MahiMahi fish on a thin line on the rod, The wind died. I
mean died... to absolutley nothing.
Meanwhile, the Admiral took up his customary
position on his chez longe.
While Robert was tentatively trying to weigh the
fish, you could see the fear in his eyes, I decided it was probably best to take
over and get the knives out, gut it, bone it and fillet it, before any fuss
happened. So, duely, it was done. Unfortunately, Arthur had but 2 hours before
scrubbed the decks, so he, by the look on his face, was none too amused. But
hey, such is life. We had to catch at least one bloody fish and save our selves
from being the laughing stock.
So anyway. Duely, the wind died to nowt. This
enabled dinner to be very civilised. We actually ate on plates, not from dog
bowls as we have done since day 1, and very nice it was, if I do say so myself.
3 different dinners practically from 1 very small galley, as some wanted fried
fish, some wanted poached en papillotte and of course with Rudy being a non meat
muncher, a pizza for the boy.
So, then it was into the watch system. A thrill by
the minute experience. Not....
There was not a moon or star in sight, as there was
a thick dark cloud of many squalls covering the whole area and the moon, nearly
all gone in it's new moonness, didn't rise till about 4 am.
Dark as hell it was, with storms a plenty,
lightning and rain and armed with the reports of 2 or 3 abandoned yachts
floating around in the vacinity, a very sturdy watch was required. Apart from
the fact that we could hardly see jack .... we somehow managed and came thru the
other side unscathed, a bit wet, but onward we plod.
Any hoo, by 6am this morning, Rudy and Mark were
bored to hell of hearing the bloody donkey, so decided it was time for action.
Up went the flappy white things, and joy, we were moving 4ward under wind power
again, and that wasn't from the rear end of Arthur either, although we did have
to evacuate the interior yesturday for fear of:
A) Explosion
B) Anhilation
c) 3RD DEGREE BURNS
or
D) just choking to death as he let rip
below.
Sorry, carried away. Yes, white flappy things,
sailing again, donkey off, yes, and we were off again, off to see the wizard,
well ok, off to the wonderfull land of St Lucia. While we know that this is only
a rally really, we still want to beat the other buggers there, so that we are
nearer the bar, hehe!! Up went the Spinnaker and then we were
trucking.
Well, I've just found out that Rudy has in fact
told you of the tales of last 24hours, so I may have just bored the hell out of
you all. Sorry for that, but I thought I would get my 2pence worth
anyway.
Funniest quote has to be the story about the diesel
helicopters. You'll need to read Rudy's report for that one, but it had me in
stitches. Watch, what watch.
Anyhooo, that's it for now blog
pickers..
Tune in same time, next time, for the continuing
saga of the intrepid sailboat 'Imagine of Plymouth' and her crop of heathans
onboard.
Chow for now,
Mark, Arthur, Rudy, Chris and
Robert.
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