Atlantic crossing from Bermuda 23
Thisbe
Sun 8 Jul 2007 11:28
Finally managed to find time to
finish and sign off.
In the last I
mentioned the possibility of surprises...... Change of plan on
Saturday mainly due to the autopilot failure. Everyone very tired and fed
up with having to steer by hand or constantly fiddle with the self
steering. Michel decided to head for the Scillies as it was the easier
option. A fairly calm sea but very drizzly and cold as we made our
approach under engine. As darkness came down we were abe to see the Bishop Rock
lighthouse off to port but still some 10 miles off. Other lighthouses and
flickering bouys came into view as we came nearer. We identified the
Cardinal Bouy off the Spanish Ledges which was our aim point and were soon able
to round it and head up St Marys sound. By now it was as black as a bag and
still drizzling making it difficult to be sure of our way. The
lights at the end of the breakwater were just visable but we decided
to take it very wide remembering the rocky shore on its approach. Another
boat, which we assumed was a fishing vessel, had been trailing since we
rounded the buoy, they started to turn towards the harbour entrance
showing us their port light. Deciding that we had been cautious
enough, we started our turn towardsthe harbour entrance and throttled down a
bit, at that point the engine stopped dead. A fresh breeze from the west
was pushing us quickly towards the rocky shore of Samson, just visable as a
sillouette, scarily close. Prompt action by Michell and co. had the anchor
down in 30' of water and we swung around to face into the wind. At that
moment all hell broke loose, a black rib, loaded down with black suited and
helmeted men, surged alongside. I just had time to register the 'customs' sign
painted on the side before they were over the rail and being very aggressive,
shouting to find out how many people were aboard and getting us all to assemble
in saloon. We were not particularly worried as we knew there was nothing illegal
aboard. They stayed with us for the better part of two hours during which time
they took 'swabs' from various places on the boat and sent them to their mother
ship, the one that had been following us in we found out afterwards, for
analysis. They searched the obvious places on the boat and must have decided
that we were innocent as they left it at that and made their departure. The
departure was a bit hairy as by now the sea was kicking up a bit making it
difficult for them to get back aboard the rib. We had been buzzed by a
plane the day before while we were still nearly 100 miles out, I asked the
officers if there was any connection but they wouldn't be drawn on the
subject.