After two event-packed weeks (see the other blogs!) we have finally reached the Canary Islands and stepped back onto terra firma, and are now in the process of handing over Challenger 1 to a new crew who are lucky enough to be taking the ship across the Atlantic as part of the ARC. I will continue to reflect on this experience in the days, weeks and months to come, and am grateful to the Tall Ships Youth Trust for organising this voyage and giving me the opportunity to be a part of it; moreover, inspired by our adventures, I dedicate this, The Mariner’s Song, to my sea- sister and brothers – Paul, Terry, Doc Bob, Henry, Holly, Bob C, Steve, Nigel, Mark, Stefan, Chris, Sam & Tom – for making this experience truly memorable…thank you all.
The Mariner’s Song
The mariner steels himself in the pit
Battling for control of all his senses:
Mighty Zeus, ruler on Olympus high
Cries thunder and splits the darkening sky
With ever closer cracks of blinding light;
Great Poseidon, Majesty of the Seas,
Crashes angrily against the ship’s beam,
The salty spray thrusting over head into
Faces cold, lips dry, red eyes stinging;
And Aeolus, Keeper of the Ten Winds,
Unleashes his treasures, a storm of gales
Howling wildly at many a numbed ear,
Battering the tall ship’s billowing sails.
His own belly full of dried bread and broth
Churns like the swelling surrounding seas
As if the Kraken himself raged below,
Rudely awoken from peaceful slumber.
Huddling tight with the other greenhorns he
Wishes himself below decks with those men
In their pendulous hammocks, stacked three tall,
Trying and failing to sleep through the torrent;
Driving rain penetrates upturned collars
As he wipes away crusting wretch with gloved hand,
Cold rivulets coursing down neck, then back,
Remnants of warmth retreating to the core.
The veterans meanwhile take all in their stride;
Jesting, telling their tales, singing their songs,
Swilling from glass jars of the demon drink.
“Always give her the respect she deserves, lad”
Grins the skipper, his outward gaze finding
An endless desert of white-cresting dunes
Undulating, unceasing, unstoppable.
“She’s a tempestuous mistress, m’lad,
Who lives and breathes and ne’er does she sleep.
She will caress and cradle you as a
New babe swaddled in a rippling blanket,
And just as happily toss you aside
Into rolling deep without cause or care;
Aye, she will make men of boys, and boys of men.
Ha, fear not, boy”, comforts the wide-grinned skipper
Spying something such in the pale-faced mariner
Reaching in vain for handrail cold and slick.
“She and her sibling Wind will cook up
A merry storm, that much is a certainty.
But the storm shall pass anon, lad!
The storm shall pass anon.”
The mariner crouches in the nest, eyes sharp
Eagerly scanning the far horizon,
Welcome respite from daily routine of
Scrubbing the decks, cleaning the galley,
Draining the bilges, and tending the heads
(Of the latter two, both tasks unfavoured).
“Remain vigilant, lad” shouts up the Mate
Heading to the foredeck to trim the sails.
“Anything you see, anything you hear,
You make sure that I am the first to know.”
And so distant lights are of swift report:
Some of bright beacons purposed to reveal
Rocky dangers; and others of Others
Bravely venturing through the deep darkness.
Sights and sounds of no report are of no
Less note, from the everyday pleasures of
Wavelets softly lapping at the smooth’d hull
And stillwater akin to mirrored glass,
To wonders that most men cannot dream to see:
Dolphins curious and inquisitive
Playing at the bow in crystal waters;
The setting of the blood-red sun at dusk
As if all the sky itself were alight;
The greenish glow in the wake of the ship
Known simply by some as ‘ocean fire’, and
Thought by others to be the manifest
Whisperings of the Spirits of the Seas;
Black sky darker than the depths of Hades
Transformed into luminous hemispheres,
A cathedral of twinkling monuments
Punctuated by rare starry missiles
Off’ring companionship through the cooling night.
The mariner stands proud at the leather-clad helm
Riding a wavecrest to its frothy peak,
With the entire world beneath his feet,
Once lonely despair now splendid isolation.
Greyclouds parting reveal his lunar path;
Under Orion’s gaze he eyes his shipmates -
Drawn together by the lure of oceans blue
To face the challenge of the deep,
Once strangers, then friends, now brothers,
Some turning thoughts to fires of families far,
Some to temptations of exotic shores,
Each as warm, inviting, as the other -
And he himself recalls his father’s words
Ere first setting sail. “Sit awhile and hear
The Mariner’s Song, my son, as told to me
By my father, and told to him by his.
‘By the lustre of the silvery Moon
And all the brightling Stars,
Let the Heavens be your guide
To distant shores afar.
And though the Heavens open,
Though the seas shall rise and fall,
Then cry “The storm shall pass anon!”
And you shall live to tell it all.
By the glory of the golden Sun
Let the Heavens be your guide
To hunt fair winds, clear skies, calm seas,
To return on favoured tides
And though the Heavens open,
Though the seas shall rise and fall,
Then cry “The storm shall pass anon!”
And you shall live to tell it all.
Then cry “The storm shall pass anon”
And you shall live to tell it all.’
Pride swiftly fades to melancholy with the
Memory of his father clutching his hand.
“I hear the Siren’s call, and must follow.
I wish you good hunting, now and always.
Remember this song in your darkest hours,
May it help you to find the courage to
Stay the course; do stay the course, my son;
Hold steady and true, and you will not falter.”
The doting youth nods his silent acquiescence,
His loving mother in quiet lament.
His father smiles. “You are a man now, my son.
And now, your watch begins.”
Hi I’m Sam, you may remember me from previous blog postings, such as Blog day 6: Big Brother Challenger and Blog day 11: Challenger night news. I’m at the nav desk once more, only this time I have Gran Canaria and Las Palmas dead in my sights, but you know what, I’m not sure that I’m happy to see it just yet…myself and my fellow crew mates have faced challenges and seen some awesome sights over the past 2 weeks, and even though it has “only” been 2 weeks I feel as though we have all bonded very well. I was discussing this very subject with Chris, a member of my watch, we were talking about how quickly you adapt to life on board the ship and that we both felt a little apprehensive about re-joining civilisation, while I am looking forward to some aspects of returning to life back in the UK, I know that I will miss life on board Challenger 1 and the atmosphere that exists with my crew on board. I will however be taking some fantastic stories, life lessons of which one of the most important I have come across is that I have learnt to be more adaptable – even the best laid plans can go wrong, and in my case we have faced challenges – but we overcame everyone by sticking together working hard and helping each other as best we could (just read the previous blog posts).
Well what can I say, this has been quite a journey, I have seen things that I expected to see, such as dolphins playing with the bow of the ship, whales, lots! Of shooting stars and the most peculiar thing I most certainly did not expect to see…fluorescent light that appears in crashing waves, the only conclusion I can come to is that it is plankton, which has been disturbed by rough weather or the wake of the ship, either way it’s a fantastic sight.
To give you a quick report on conditions today, sun cream, shorts and sun-glasses have been top of the list…should give you an idea as to how things have been over the past 2 days, it’s just been brilliant after the heavy weather we’ve been through getting down here.
There is one example I can think of that puts the distance, time and effort myself and the crew have put into this voyage:
So I am currently about 50 miles away from Las Palmas, at our current speed someone could board a plane at Heathrow, fly to Las Palmas get their bags, check-in at a hotel grab a couple of beers…all before I get into port…I can see the lights of the port as I type and yet you, reading this, could probably get to my destination quicker than I could, but, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest – I’ve loads of fun and learnt so much about myself and simply just about sailing, plus I’ve seen some pretty awesome stuff that you’d miss out on if you were flying J
Even if I was offered a free 1st class return ticket to Las Palmas from the UK or 2 weeks sailing on-board Challenger 1…knowing the challenges I’d face and the satisfaction gained from overcoming them I’d chose Challenger every time. I wish the next crew of Challenger 1 (and some of the guys I’ve been sailing with) all the luck in the world for their next leg, which is from Las Palmas to St Lucia…approximately 22 days’ worth of sailing (I might be a little jealous)…good luck guys and happy sailing!
So anyway, I’m going to head back up on deck now…got to make the most of it while I can on this trip. I hope I get the opportunity to write more of these blogs in the future, maybe even as a volunteer crew member? J
But for now this is Sam Hepplewhite, signing off for the last time on voyage CF-323, it’s been great, thanks everyone!
Well, they’ve got me to do a blog finally. Jean Paul Gaultier reporting. When it said on the Tall Ships website it would be a challenging trip, they weren’t joking. I’ve had loads of ups and quite a few downs, mainly ups though.
From finding myself helming a 2 million pound yacht during a force 8 in the Bay of Biscay leaning at a precarious angle [an up] to watching my poor mate Marky skidding around the “poop deck” in confusion, [a down ]from eating a delicious evening meal on deck in high winds with salad blowing off my plate as I look nearly vertically down at the freezing sea rushing past [an up] to me sweating profusely trying to get dressed at 12 midnight at a 35 degree angle trying to hold myself upright using my bottom and head as supports, whilst standing on one leg [a down] And as romantic as being 200 miles west of Casablanca may sound ,one piece of the ocean looks very much like the next!
Seriously though, what a fantastic trip .Never having sailed before and being a complete novice, this has been probably the most memorable and greatest achievement of my 56 years [and I’ve had some memorable ones]. The skipper Paul and First mate “Terrance “have been very accommodating and great blokes to talk to with loads of patience thrown in, and Doctor Bob, a watch leader, a mind of interesting information .I like to think I’ve made some lifelong friends on this adventure Raj [the victim] Chris [the encyclopaedia], Sam [Billy the Kid] and others, plus Bob Castello’s jokes and tales have made me laugh and kept all our chins up when needed.
I came to see some big seas and feel the thrill of feeling “alive” and the Bay of Biscay didn’t disappoint me,[not to mention the journey outta Cascais and towards Grand Canaria,phew] . Looking forward already to doing another different trip in the future.
Canary Isles about to come in view and looking forward to some R & R now and a stable hotel bed in 24 hours or so and maybe a beer or 2. This trip, as I sail now in calm seas, lol, I recommend.
God Bless Challenger 1 and all who sail in her!!!!
Nigel aka JPG.
Woke up early which in itself was not unusual, but it was the skippers voice and not his usual night time storytelling voice, but one that seemed a little more serious. It appeared that the engine, which incidentally lives in our cabin and the generator, had both overheated and needed to be shut down, so many mixed feelings from at least that won’t keep us up anymore to, will it take longer to reach a bar in Las Palmas?, And of course the realisation that this was a problem, no power, no light, no radar. We continued to work on deck throughout the early hours of the morning the weather wet and cold and made worse by the need to shut down lights and instruments, despite the skippers and mates best efforts it was clear that this would not get fixed before daylight.
The sun rise bought with it good news, the overheating engine was fixed restoring power and the first sunny day of our voyage, a great lift to spirits after a troublesome evening with a beer looming closer on the horizon.
Mark, First Sea Lord Challenger 1
Hello! Sam here again, JI am currently sat at the navigation desk of Challenger 1 at what feels like a 45* angle (probably closer to 15) before you close the web browser thinking “I can’t be bothered to read anymore of his rubbish”, let me summarise today’s top stories J
In the words of “A famous BBC one news reader”…At this point I’d normally get Google on the case, but being in the middle of the Ocean I really can’t do that…so imagine one:
On tonight’s show, the top stories are:
- Tales of wind, rain and a surprisingly warm ocean
- The day that Challenger 1 turned from a sailing vessel into a power boat
- Race against Fader’s Watch (which from my point of view sounds like a bad rip-off from Star Wars)
- Hunted the weather (big up the Ships Mate)
- I get the opportunity to lead a sail hoist
- Stowaways in the form of wild dangerous animals
*Cut to TV splash screen and over-enthusiast theme tune to add a level of drama*
We left Cascais in the afternoon of 09/11/14 with fair weather and a light breeze, today I woke up to a beautiful grey day which was at least dry and relatively warm…until my shift was due to go on deck, then mother nature decided to throw us a curve ball…oh she practically emptied the bath on us and continued to do so over the course of the next 4 hours…or so I thought. About 15 minutes before my shift was due to finish, the rain stopped, wind died down and the sun came out – just in time for the other watch to start their shift…”typical” I thought as I trudged down the ladder and into the wet locker room to peel my waterproofs off and hit the bunk for a nap. From that you’re probably thinking that I didn’t enjoy that, you’d be right!…no, joking. For some reason I did enjoy it, it’s probably the wettest day I’ve encountered on this trip but without it, when I get home, I’ll have no stories of nasty weather…I don’t want to miss out on that – and lets be fair everyone loves a little moan now and then.
Following on the from previous story, leaving Cascais on the 09/11/14, we managed to sail for all of about a mile…the sound of the ships engine has almost become background noise now as it has not been switched off since (apart from a few hours here and there when the wind has temporarily picked up).
As I type I can see “Faders Watch” a 40 something foot Catamaran that is travelling to Antigua via Las Palmas (which is my destination). But, more importantly…we’re gaining on them.
So, about half-way through the day the ships Mate decided he’d had enough and wanted to find some wind. So, do you know what he did?…oh, ok I won’t bother telling you then…
…he grabbed donned his favourite head gear and did a rain dance…and you know what…it worked…the predictions (that he actually got from a weather office in the form of Grid files…Google them J). On the back of this new found wind and now that the vessel had been turned back in to a sailing vessel, it was my turn to shine. I would lead the sail hoist for the fore-sails on the boat.
I first allocated people to their positions on the boat, felt just like the drill master from “Full Metal Jacket”…minus the cursing and general abuse toward people…
Guess who got to go forward, to the very front of the boat to release the sail and allow a hoist…yes…me. I’d only just got dry, and now I was walking to the front of the boat, that was going up and down quite a lot…with waves crashing over the top. So, with my life-line attached (safety first), I walked down to the front of the boat, when I got there I was not surprised to see waves crashing against the bow of the boat that drenched me from head to foot…but you know what…it was warm, not warm as though someone had done a number 1 warm but more that it’s a sign that I’m getting closer to my warm destination…Gran Canaria!
Now, the stowaway, notice how I added this at the end of the Blog, the fabulous crew of Port watch aka the real A team (Terry) encountered an UFB, or unidentified flying bird. Now normally I wouldn’t bother mentioning a bird in a blog…but I thought this little guy deserved a mention. I was sitting beside the helm on the starboard side when I noticed a bird appear of the Port beam, it was immediately obvious that it wanted to land on the boat as it was approaching us like an aircraft approaching an aircraft carrier…and like most carrier landings he kept messing up on many occasions (no offense to carrier pilots J), every time he came around for another attempt it lined itself up against the wind and came right at us as though he was going to do a strafing run with his number 2’s…
Eventually he managed to land, on the life raft station directly next to me, at this point almost every person on watch got their cameras out and I’ve never felt so popular. Eventually, he got sick of everyone trying to feed him nuts berries and crisps…Nigel…he didn’t go very far…he did another one of his fly around…only this time he decided to land in a place you wouldn’t expect…he landed, don’t know how, on top of my head – I have video evidence to prove it.
Breaking news: being on a boat in the middle of the ocean restricts access to the internet…and to really put the fear in you…there is no phone signal either! I’ve had to socialise with the excellent crew of Challenger 1 to pass the time…
And, apparently “The ship is stiff” according to the Ships Mate – if anyone knows please let me know in the comments. Now everyone is scared of saying anything over fear of seeing their words appear on this blog.
On that note, and till next time, this is Sam Hepplewhite signing off (and going to bed/my bunk!)
Oh! And one of the watch leaders has just promised that she’ll bake brownies on the next watch…it’s in the Blog now Holly, no getting out of it.
With a bit of shore leave under our belts, today started with a push on vitamin c –a great fruit salad and prepping (read cleaning, prepping always involves cleaning!) the fruit and veg stores for the coming week.
Once the deck ceased to look like Tsar Tsar Gabor’s headdress we set to finalising the rest of the boat for our next leg of this adventure –Cascais to Gran Canaria. This was promptly followed by prepping ourselves, with luxuries such as shaving, showering and using toilets that don’t bounce around one last time! Following a bit of a delay to help out our sister ship, Challenger 4, fix some mechanical glitches we hit the sea just in time to get the sails up in the light.
Portugal you were fun, but we have a date with the Atlantic again and we don’t intend to miss it J
Saturday morning didn`t come too early for some of the crew. Sore heads and bleary eyes greeted the new day. The effects of celebrations for our safe arrival at Cascias were very obvious. After a slightly late breakfast the crew set about their allocated ‘deep’ clean tasks about Challenger 1. There were also a number of boat repairs that required the crew’s assistance. Then there was the opportunity for attending to personal matters. Top of the list for most was a trip to the marina laundry to grapple with unfamiliar washers and dryers.
Morning sunshine was replaced with a little afternoon dampness which tested the ingenuity of some on how to complete the clothes drying process. Hot air hand dryers were the choice of some. With work completed it was down to the serious business of deciding where to take further refreshments in the evening. Fellow crew member Bob (a man who, it quickly became clear, enjoys fine dining experiences) and I headed into town in search of ‘fish’ in a traditional restaurant where we enjoyed the company of locals on their Saturday night out. We had an excellent meal. Then onto the town Jazz Club to meet with Maria the outrageously sociable host, take a few wines, listen to a great pianist and singer and chat with some delightful ladies from Costa Rica and The Cape Verdi Islands. We tottered back to the boat in the early hours of Blog Day 10.
On midnight day six we were motors ailing under main with one reef towards Cabo Finisterre in a decreasing wind. We saw a couple of fishing vessels but there was no problem to pass them. Wind has shifted towards south and that makes it hard for us to keep a good course. We have been trying to keep 180 degrees. At 03.00 I tried to get connected with my phone and for a while I got a signal from Spain. I managed to send some messages home.
We had porridge for breakfast and we went on with cleaning for my watch (starboard). We are now well into the routines and we made the boat nice and shiny. The weather has kept on being not the best. Wind direction is still around 200 deg all day and we keep on motor sailing. The dinner tonight was a good one with sausages and mashed potatoes. It was a little bit of a struggle to cook this when the boat is jumping around like it was today. Port watch had a hard work to wash up after this I think.
During the short 18.00 – 20.00 watch, when I was off, I relaxed in my bunk and I also organized some of the pictures I have taken. 20.00 – 00.00 watch offered a horrible weather with increasing wind and incoming squalls. We are waiting for soon we can start sailing. Now the port watch is having their tea and they are all prepared for the dogwatch and I am longing for my bunk. That’s all for today.
Day 6 on-board the big brother boat Challenger 1, Port watch has just started preparing the evening meal for the ships fine complement of 14 crew (including the skipper and mate). BBQ Chicken shall be todays 5 star quality meal (as it was prepared and cooked by Port watch), I considered preparing some sauvignon blanc to accompany the chicken…but then thought better of it as I’m not sure the skipper or first mate would appreciate me squashing berries in the saloon area.
The day started early for me (Sam) and Port watch (me, Chris, Mark & Nigel) and our watch leader Bob, or Dr Bob as he’s more commonly known. Our shift started at midnight of day 6 with which I thought it would be appropriate to recite a well-known poem that people may or may not know:
“Remember, Remember the 5th of November, Gunpowder treason and plot, I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot”.
With this coming to an end it almost seemed as though mother nature wanted to bring our attention back to her rather than guy Fawkes night instead as we encountered a squall soon after. A squall, for those that don’t know is a localised weather area of low pressure surrounded by high pressure, the result is high winds, often accompanied with rain that can spring upon you with little to no notice at all – for a better description of a Squall please google it . So, the squall hit us moments after, 35 knot winds hit us without warning. The helm was immediately put hard-over to port to try and follow the wind round..but!…the wind was too strong and the boat started to round up. As if by magic, the skipper appeared on deck and the order was given to de-power the main sheet, at this point the hero of the squall (me, my blog I’m allowed J) sprang into action! Released the safety turn from the main sheet winch and started letting out the main sail – the desired affect: to de-power the main sail and allow the rudder to direct the boat out of the Squall. This worked and we sailed out of the squall. On a serious note, we do encounter Squalls and we get through them as a team.
At 4am my shift ended and Port watch headed down below to hit the bunks and get some rest before the next watch. Just when I thought everything was calming down, I’d just finished brushing my teeth and was headed to my bunk, Mother Nature hit another curve ball our way, in the form of another, more powerful, Squall. This squall hit Starboard watch with a force of 45 knots of wind, to cut a long story short we got through it safely and I got to experience something I wouldn’t necessarily expect…walking upright on the port wall of the cabin inside the boat…was quite an interesting experience.
When I awoke, 4 hours later, the sea had calmed from the conditions encountered at night and we had a brilliant day, clear blue skies, sun…and I can certainly tell we’re headed to warmer climates as I’ve reduced my layers from 4 to 2 J. My watch went through without anything of worth, we did see some more dolphins that decided to pop in and say hello…I thought about inviting them on for a cuppa tea, but thought better of it…they’d probably prefer coffee…and I couldn’t be bothered to make any of that. When starboard watch came up the music was on, biscuits were out and I thought I’d prefer a little basking in the sun to going below and sleeping…so that’s exactly what I did for a couple of hours, then I hit the bunks which takes me to this present moment and the start of this blog.
So far I can summarise this whole thing as one fantastic adventure that I wouldn’t change for anything in the world, the crew is great (even starboard watch) the sky at night is brilliant (no light pollution to get in the way) and! You’ll never guess how bright the moon is at night in the middle of the Bay of Biscay, it’s almost like daytime – its brilliant J
Anyway, I’ve rambled on enough…please excuse the bad grammar in this blog (I’m an engineer not an English teacher).
This is me, Sam Hepplewhite, signing off…for now.
Today we entered the Bay of Biscay in the early hours, numerous high winds and rain showers pass making for lively sailing. Life on board is good everyone is settling into their routines and watch duties, getting used to sleeping in four hour slots before our lovely watch leaders wake us up with a cuppa tea and a biscuit and ask us to go on deck!
In terms of passage so far we have now completed 320 nautical miles since leaving Portsmouth and have a further 580 miles to Cascais where no doubt we will enjoy celebrating the Skippers birthday. Our ETA is currently November the 6th / 7th but it depends on who is helming at the time. On route we’ve seen plenty of large cargo ships and fishing boats which so far the Skipper and Mate have managed to avoid, with much support from the keen eyes of the lookouts on watch. In terms of wildlife we’ve seen a school of Dolphins come right up to the vessel playing with the bowl wave. However, sadly we have not seen a mermaid or Neptune at this stage. As I write this Steve is keenly doing lunch which today is tomato soup and got crusty bread and I have just woken up the on-coming watch which means go to bed very soon.
The afternoon brings moderate weather as we cross over the continental shelf, and the sun’s out giving us good visibility. The wave pattern of Biscay so far is long and rolling waves across our starboard beam (translation: hitiing the right-handside of the ship), somewhat easier to contend with than the short choppy waves of the English Channel, though those trying to get some kip below deck may still disagree!
We continue to average good speed into the late hours of the evening, hitting up to 10 knots as the wind picks up (apparently that’s good so we can maintain our current schedule, and this keeps a smile on the faces of the Skipper and First Mate). Quite a sight to see lightning split the night sky in distant squalls across the horizon.
D Day has arrived today is the big day we set sail for Las Palmas. Now the storms have passed we set sail from Plymouth with some apprehension. It’s all new to so many of us, meeting new people and having new challenges thrown at us as we sail through heavy winds in the Channel and it’s all good. It pretty much what I expected it to and I am smiling all the way so far!!
After a cracking afternoon snooze followed by the best stew ever I turned to do my watch, out the comfort of CH1’s saloon the winds and rain is beating down but we press on regardless. Its night time now but on we go knowing that tomorrow morning we will be entering the jaws of the notorious Bay of Biscay!!
After an interesting night at sea we sighted Plymouth in the distance and woke the off watch crew to assist in preparing the boat for entry into Plymouth. Soon we were through the breakwater and dropping the main sail for the first time, retracing Drakes footsteps we rounded Drake Island and prepared to come alongside at Plymouth Yacht Haven. As we approached we were met by numerous dinghies racing around Catwaters which suddenly had a bit of a surprise as they looked up to see all 22 metres of Challenger 1. Shortly after the Skipper skilfully parked CH1 alongside.
When sailing the work is not done until everything is put way so we spent about an hour putting CH1 to bed so we could sleep soundly and shelter from the Force 8 gale due to hit over night. Little things in life mean much more when you go sailing. Having chance to walk ashore and have a nice warm shower and a beer so is rewarding and ensured we all slept well after a bit of shore leave.
Overall a great day and looking forward to the next stage, tomorrow is Sunday and we have been promised bacon baguettes for breakfast!!
The crew got a leisurely lie in
Got the deck ready and emptied the bin.
Then it was off to Cowes to refuel the boat,
Relaxing with a cup of tea preparing their coats.
We set off to Plymouth, the sun shining,
The boat was going along and there was very little whining.
The fated pasties and beans were brought up on deck,
The sun burning everyone’s necks!
Soon it was getting dark,
We had reached the night time mark.
Despite the chunder dragon making an appearance,
We all went into watches no interference.
It was a starry night, and cuddles were nowhere to be seen,
The winches as a replacement were not keen.
Holly Taylor (aged 19)
And so starts another blog. I’ll make this as generic as possible so that the other crew members can copy the style (if they want to). The crew joined at about 1230, with the staff still running around, and eventually everyone sat down for introductions and nibbles.
After that, the above and below deck briefs took place, which involved the Watch Leaders talking whilst the crew looked on blankly and tried to remember the more important things, like how the heads work (SIT DOWN).
The crew then moved on deck for their first deck prep and lifejacket brief. H² dream team watch leader team prepared a delicious and nutritious and totally original meal of fajitas. The whole crew then went ashore to support the local economy.
WL Henry (aged 19)