Day 10 (Atlantic Voyage)
The cockpit had just about dried out after the rain storms of the night before. A string had been tied between the backstays and from it hung all the wet weather gear, sodden jackets and long dungaree type trousers, swaying from side to side as the boat rolled around in the swell. The sea hadn’t forgotten the weather of the night before and neither had we.
A good meal has the power to silence a group of people and this was one of those occasions. As far as I could tell the fish that we were eating was called a Wahoo, either that or Marcel had just been particularly excited to catch it, but fresh fish, straight from the hook to the pan, had been just what everybody needed.
I looked at the faces around me, all intensely focused on the contents of their plastic bowls. They are an eclectic bunch our crew; we have a former pro snowboarder, the old ambassador to Mexico, a rock-climbing chef, a vineyard owner, a sea gypsy and a former employee of the month at an East Yorkshire butter factory. It makes for some interesting conversations, that is when everyone isn’t entirely focused on stuffing their face full of fish.
In fact I’m lying. Interesting chats have somewhat dried up in the recent days and even the crew’s favourite game: ‘next person to see anything wins’, hasn’t caused the same enjoyment that it did in the first week (when we actually saw things).
At the beginning of the voyage we swapped stories and anecdote like they were shiny Pokemon cards. The sea gypsy gripped us with tales of being shipwrecked off Polynesia at the age of eleven, and Digger told us very informatively how hot it could get in a butter furnace: ‘absolutely scorchin!’
I would say that it was around the Tropic of Cancer that we left this high level of chat behind, and things have been pretty dire ever since. The line, ‘are we nearly there yet’ is still getting a chuckle now and again but it’s a chuckle that says, “I wish we had cannon-balls onboard so I could stuff one of them down my pants and jump overboard like that guy in Master and Commander.” It’s that bad.
However last night’s weather has legitimately given us something new to talk about and after everyone has had their fill of fish I intend to bring it up. I’ve been thinking of starting with, “So how about that weather last night guys?” But Maybe I will just point at the hanging jackets and say something like, “Wet ay?” Either way I am expecting some riveting chat to follow and I will be sure to update our readers tomorrow on everything that is said.