Captains Sunday Ramblings

After several days of the crew’s endless blog nonsenses, today is the time to set the facts straight from the Captain!

 Despite the sub-par driving and trimming and general laziness of the hands, even encouraged by a few quick rap’s by the Cat o’ nine tales, we actually continue to make some progress towards California.

 Yesterday we ran the spinnaker from mid morning to sunset in winds from 8 – 12 knots. At sunset, we turned on the engine and eased a little further North overnight in fairly light conditions until the lazy scoundrels finally got the spinny back up at 05:15, many minutes after the first light – Captain was not pleased, snoozing in his bunk, at this delay, specifically because he actually had to get on deck for a few minutes to yell about the wrap that was in the sail going up! We are now running almost straight towards the Golden Gate Bridge at 6.5 knots in decent sunshine with Seaman Gilbert at the helm.

(We have run he engine so far 43 hours and used approx. 32 our of our 80 Gal. diesel fuel supply)

 The sail handling is not the only thing that displeases the Skipper.

 Cooking still is not what is to be expected.

Just to give an example, the lunch prepared by Seamour  Dodds yesterday of curried shrimp in  ginger and white wine reduction sauce with freshly baked bread might have been good enough for a baby shower, but when the Cap’t found out that the shameless bastard had broken into his private Chardonnay stash to spice up the meal, he naturally was pouting for quite some time.

Hopefully this will improve tonight – Seaman Gilbert has spend the last 2 days marinating monster steaks in some secret liquid presumably passed down from generations of his convict bloodline. As the Cap’t has made it clear that nothing less than perfect Surf and Turf will be acceptable, a line has been trailing from the boat since the crack of dawn…..if the Seaman will retain any hope of a status improvement to ‘near able’ soon, there better be a catch.

 

Stubblebeard will probably be the next crew member that will have a meeting under the foremast to defend his status unless he improves greatly in the next 24 hours. It appears that he is determined to destroy the vessel which would be really bad as it is the only one we have. Every time he moves around on the boat, (which is actually not a lot since he seems to be sleeping in his bunk the bulk of the time) bumps are heard.  He appears to be using his head to knock into everything, weather tied down or permanently installed. Just in the last five minutes easing from his bunk to the deck, he tried to destroy the forward bulkhead, bathroom door and the ss handhold on the dodger!

carry on..............