ADVENTURESS - Message from Jeremiah Bailey

2015-01-12

The last twelve hours of day four and the first twelve hours of day five of the Panerai Transat 2015 ocean race...

 

...The sun, a pale rider across the light blue sky, threatened us with tanning weather, but the goose-bump chill in the African wind persisted, and a deck splash now and then was a refreshing shock. Brilliant white surf rolled off the topsides and bubbled along the crests of the deep blue ocean waves.
The time change granted us an extra hour of full crew boat busy-ness. Hacksaws and brooms and buckets and lines and marlin spikes were thrown about. We shook out bedding, dried clothes, relashed vegetable storage nets, and even managed to find time to do cool sailory things. Aloft the Captain went for observational fact checking. Indeed, some custom pieces are just not meant to last. When the tool room is in disarray, you know that it wasn't wrecked that way to bake bread. Aren't they all fixer-uppers?
All work and all play and the day demands sustenance. Wes "Buck" Cannon stuck his bayou beans to our ribs, the better for our go, go, go needs, the worse for our foc's'le fug. Cowboy boots and a Cajun spice go a long way to dressing up beans and rice, but no matter how they look, beans are still the musical fruit. To the rescue steps our newest crew member Jenny, who continues to wow the boys. A case of the finer sex endeavoring to gentrify our fart-filled-foulie-pant frat club of "gentlemen explorers". We're coming along as best we can. With her foresheet trim, gung-ho attitude, quick British wit, and an uncanny kung fu balance in the galley, we're feeling a bit spoiled. Made to order cups of tea and hot crepes in hand on the way to the cockpit, and the midnight riding Adventuress Brothers, in the words of Cha-Cha, "now have a Sister".
La Luna took a break from following us into the night, and now patiently waits to chase the early morning hours into the dawn. In the meantime a few big, dark gray, ghosting clouds pass us overhead. The soft light of starbeams from millions of far off Sun-gods, millions of light-years away, magically bites a thumb at Isaac Newton through bent space and altered time and shows us the Universe. We're sailing the ocean wide, the stars our guide, and celestial course keeping while riding a buckingbouncingbobbingbounding wild pony of a boat is really something to marvel at. Every once in awhile, when our Mallorquin master helmsman Pablo Bujosa has 'er at full tilt, he lets 'er know, "Calm the Halifax down!"

...The sun, a pale rider across the light blue sky, threatened us with tanning weather, but the goose-bump chill in the African wind persisted, and a deck splash now and then was a refreshing shock. Brilliant white surf rolled off the topsides and bubbled along the crests of the deep blue ocean waves.

The time change granted us an extra hour of full crew boat busy-ness. Hacksaws and brooms and buckets and lines and marlin spikes were thrown about. We shook out bedding, dried clothes, relashed vegetable storage nets, and even managed to find time to do cool sailory things. Aloft the Captain went for observational fact checking. Indeed, some custom pieces are just not meant to last. When the tool room is in disarray, you know that it wasn't wrecked that way to bake bread. Aren't they all fixer-uppers?

All work and all play and the day demands sustenance. Wes "Buck" Cannon stuck his bayou beans to our ribs, the better for our go, go, go needs, the worse for our foc's'le fug. Cowboy boots and a Cajun spice go a long way to dressing up beans and rice, but no matter how they look, beans are still the musical fruit. To the rescue steps our newest crew member Jenny, who continues to wow the boys. A case of the finer sex endeavoring to gentrify our fart-filled-foulie-pant frat club of "gentlemen explorers". We're coming along as best we can. With her foresheet trim, gung-ho attitude, quick British wit, and an uncanny kung fu balance in the galley, we're feeling a bit spoiled. Made to order cups of tea and hot crepes in hand on the way to the cockpit, and the midnight riding Adventuress Brothers, in the words of Cha-Cha, "now have a Sister";

La Luna took a break from following us into the night, and now patiently waits to chase the early morning hours into the dawn. In the meantime a few big, dark gray, ghosting clouds pass us overhead. The soft light of starbeams from millions of far off Sun-gods, millions of light-years away, magically bites a thumb at Isaac Newton through bent space and altered time and shows us the Universe. We're sailing the ocean wide, the stars our guide, and celestial course keeping while riding a buckingbouncingbobbingbounding wild pony of a boat is really something to marvel at. Every once in awhile, when our Mallorquin master helmsman Pablo Bujosa has 'er at full tilt, he lets 'er know, "Calm the Halifax down!"

 

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