Mercury Rising at the Crossroads
Mercury-rising
Wed 30 Nov 2005 17:00
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After our headlong rush south we finally got to the
place where we turn right (apologies for the technial jargon used by the Chief
Navigating Officer), although the said navigator needed a few minutes with the
AA Book of the North Atlantic before a new course was set for our destination.
While respect for the skipper's tactical genius in choosing the extra south
route continues unabated, some less charitable shipmates suggest that the real
reason is to top up his tan.
But apparently its all plain sailing from here (I
warned you about the cliches, ed)
 Now we are in an area called the trades (some of
the better bred shipmates thought that was a derogatory name for someone who had
to work for a living - but apparently they are a wind system; although they
seem to get disrupted if someone has a bout of depression, or something like
that). Most of Mercury Rising's crew live on in a state of blissful ignorance
about matters of the sea.
Small panic set in last night when the stock of AAA
batteries was shown to be running low. Skipper and the Quartermaster had to
hold the crew back with marlin spikes and bitter ends to preserve order.
Discipline is now restored and the boat continues her journey. |