Day 4 (Atlantic Voyage)
‘Captain West’ – Written by Brook driver and David West
Last night the storm was blowing far too many big knots it was absolutely mental… for some people. The boat was in desperate need… desperate for a Master (and a Commander) to take charge of this old girl.
Suddenly the wind started to blow even more knots. But this time… in the wrong direction!
I slid down the sail (the main one) and shouted, “you wanna play games do you! Well take this…”
I leapt from starboard to port, and then back again to starboard side to find my main man Giles and give him my orders:
“Mr Ambassador, release the spinnaker!”
If I could have interpreted the look in his eyes it would have said two words, ‘classic move West!’ He punched down on the special red spinnaker button and the sail cloth shot from the boom rod like lightening.
Mark the driver shouted from the massive steering wheels, “Captain! the ship won’t take these conditions!”
I laughed at his innocence and bellowed at the ocean, “If I know Rapture! She’s just getting started!! AAAHHHHH!!!”
I pulled the jiblet rope even tighter than before. The rain was beating down and Merelita gave me an approving look that said, “you’ve made good progress these last three days West, you were right to take the captains armband off me, thank you.”
To think that three days ago I didn’t even know what a jiblet rope was! After hours of mental sailing, the wind finally stopped blowing and we could thankfully return to putting the engine on at a steady 5 knots. We all opened cold beers and laughed at the Atlantic. I may not be the most conventional captain in these waters, but God, I love this job.
Geoff the doctor shook me, I yelled ‘MEDIC!!!’
“You’re on watch david.”
“I’m on waaaa?”
“You can’t sleep on watch…”