Atlantic update - Leg 2, Day 3

Itchycoo
Sat 24 Nov 2018 11:07
Last night our skipper was hit by a flying fish, he reacted with courage, dignity and masculinity.

Early evening is a nice time to be on Deck, I had just finished clearing up after dinner and contemplating a sleep before starting my night watch. Skipper, who was on the helm at the time brought to our attention a flying fish that had landed on the deck just outside the cockpit. With our torches we were able to take a close look at our visitor, marveling at the colours and wing structure. With a flip and flap the fish was able to find his way back to his watery home.

At that moment there was a high pitched squeal from behind us, as the noise reduced in pitch to a level within the human register we heard the cry "A fish, a flying fish, I have been hit with a flying fish, a flying fish, a flying fish". When we turned around we saw the look of terror on our skippers face, but we could not see his legs.

As our eyes adjusted we saw his legs were a blur of movement. hopping, stepping, jumping each leg with its own pattern and energy. It was like watching River Dance in Fast Forward.

We shone our torches on the floor of the cockpit and there was our skippers combatant, lying quite still on the floor. When shining the light into his face I am sure I saw a smile, was he pleased with the stunt he had just pulled or was he like us, trying to suppress a laugh at the expense of the skippers reaction? We will never know, but we thought he deserved to live another day so we sent him back from where he came and peace and tranquility returned to Ithcycoo Park.

The first line of this blog is not entirely true.

Position - 16:21.63N 30:44.66W

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