Today we went to the big (small) boat, and we sailed to cow 🐄. Not an actual cow I think its spelt cowe so it’s not an animal but a port city. The sailing was quite good apart from the cup of tea taking 54 business days to make… We, sailing lives, were then sent down to make dinner. When we ate, Josh interrupted eating sweets. Evan was the first to put on his pyjamas and he looked very stylish.

After waking up at times varying from 7am to 4am, we ventured to the Cambridge st johns hq. we were looking to depart at 0715. We stopped at a service station to pick up two more people for our trip.  After a three-hour trip we made it to Portsmouth. We all enjoyed a burger king and some of us wandered around for a short while. after a certain amount of time, we finally after nearly a year of waiting we got onto the Challenger 1 and we begun our voyage!

Soon we ventured our way to the beach to watch the sunrise (or sunset as Josh Draper calls it)… It was not the best sunrise I’ve ever seen, but it was alright. So, we found ourselves venturing the seven seas of the Isle of Wight, and into Lymington. We got to throw a man overboard (we threw a fender into the water). We sacrificed Oscar to be the “hero” of the day as he was lowered into save Mr Fender, but soon to be topped by Alex’s natural greatness (He was an amazing mate).

Soon we were sailing at an 11-degree angle for a good part of the day. In the morning, we went to do a beach clean-up, and we did not find much litter. Later in the afternoon, we screamed into Lymington and got off the boat to find the biggest and most scrumptious ice cream you have ever seen and consumed.

In the evening, we played SPOONS, and Elle got very violent, and James is now terrified of her. SPOONS is a scawy game, you try and get three of the same cards, which you must pass one to your left, then… All hell breaks loose and once the person with three cards reaches for a SPOON everyone jumps on them; Cartwheeling, flying, screaming and fumbling to get a SPOON as there is one less than needed. The last round with 2 people gets very dangerous, as there is one SPOON left, and it’s a fight to the death over a 🌟SPOON🌟.

Day 3 has been interesting to say the least. We were woken up for 4am changed into full gear, then James (the best Skipper) stood us down and sent us all back to bed due to atrocious and dangerously scawy storm winds.

We woke up at 8, and had a more civilized breakfast, which was BACON SARNIES. We LOVE bacon sarnies, especially Spudlington. We then ran away from Lymington and were screaming round the island at an angle of up to 33°. Thomas and Leading Cadet Turtill (Elle) were making tea at the 33° angle, in which Elle accidentally burnt Thomas (slightly)… Moral of that story do NOT make tea at a 33° angle; it does not end well.

Elle got to go up the mast and ended up swinging round in circles, and very nearly kicked poor Joe in the face twice haha…

We went into Cowes, and a floating tree was spotted by Oscar and James aka Skipps (but, NOT the crisps). We came in and we got to go to Sainsbury’s, in which Emelia bought the whole shop.

At dinner Lewis was crowned Spags, and we were all trying to figure out Spud’s real name (the name he had before eating 8 jacket potatoes on a previous trip – what a legend!). We found out his real name, but that will forever remain our little secret.

This morning, we climbed the 96ft mast, upside down with no ropes, like spiderman. We convinced Joe to go up, and it was a rather funny sight to witness. Sara was devastated that the selfies at the top of the mast didn’t turn out good.

In the evening, we got to have a MOO OFF in Cowes, which unfortunately Challenger 4 won. But the refs were biased. We definitely MOOOOOOOO’D louder. The other team started to meow instead of moo, and they laughed before us, but the ref ignored it!!

Now, SeaPR team did manage to burn a pot overflowing with noodles, but redeemed themselves as Sara cooked the most amazing Quorn “Curry” Stir-fry.

However, we have slightly missed the most important part: Alex.

(please be aware, this next paragraph is purely fictional and has had no truth in it (Truly sadly for poor Alex ☹))

It was the early mornin’, as the prowler was on the loose- James the Jarred. We call him the Jarred, due to him being mentally unstable (We’re totally joking we promise). James T.J appeared to be prowling around the cabin, Ready to play The Game. The Game is a simple game, wherein we would go around and place a stern wooden peg on someone. It is a Brutal game. Alex, the M.A.N (Marvelous Amiable NeoGuy) , rose from the depths of the sea to stop this threat. The M.A.N roved the boards of the ship, seeking his Antagonising Target using his elite Party-Powers! Not only does this Super Stud have a Perfected form: GPS GeForce Guy, but he has thoroughly cleaned his pristine mind, but he has a naturally occurring side effect of being perfect: The people around him sense the purity and clarity he has, and respect him deeply. So he sought out his Terrible target and soon found him Scruffing around the Sail-Locker looking for the most terrifyingly terrific weapon in his arsenal: THE METAL PEG. Not only could this Artifact of power be used to cause the victim Physical Agony, but James The Jarred can use the Artifact to Mentally De-Stabilise said Victim, and Mind Control them into his Forever-Crew to man his SuperShip! He must be stopped. So, Alex had found his target and Pounced! Using his GeForce Blasts, he pushed James T.J. to the far corner of the narrow room- But it was too late! James had found The Artifact, And disappeared. James The Jarred had an odd talent. This Semi-Adult was able to Blink away into pure dust, creeping toward his target until he was behind him… Then he POUNCED! But it was in Vain for Poor James, as Alex’s Purified Mind made him perfectly impervious to mind Cotts waddle!  Alex then performed the most elegant 360-degree Backflip with practised ease, Whipping round to snatch the peg and ends James’s Reign of terror!

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