It is expected that the
price of gummy bears will increase in the end of q4 based on
the collective
consumption of them (6 lbs over 4 days and 4 crew = 0.375
lbs gummy bears per
person per day. As
such, we are out of
these delectable night watch-friendly companions, and it is
requested that a
drone deliver an additional 12 lbs of gummy bears, marine
grade obviously, from Colorado preferably, to the <direction> corner of
section x-x in the
atlantic on sat, november x to enable more effective night
watches, the
aforementioned issue representing the only true problem that
cannot currently
be solved by duct tape and prayer to poseidon. If we can land man on
the moon, and a
gameshow host in the “huuuuge” oval office, surely this
trivial request can be
fulfilled.
Several fish have been taken
in, prepared, and consumed, among them a blue fin tuna, a
modest plethora of
mahi, and an evil spirited wahoo named el guapo whose
expression gave the
impression “if you eat me, you will die like dogs.” we aquieced like
cautious amigos not willing
to invoke ill will toward an otherwise healthy vessel. one of the mahis was
spared its life on
account of its small length, akin to the width of two adult
hands, or the width
of four trump hands.
One battle of particular
note occurred on 11-9-2016, wherebye a wiley mahi threatened
to pull the ship
backwards against a 20 knot following wind. After convincing the helmsman to de-power, the great
beast was hauled up
to the gunwale, whereby an annonymous crew member, with a
hybrid stabbing and
9-iron-like motion, attempted to hook the hunted with a
gaff. at that
moment, the great beast, with renewed
confidence for survival, smelled the sophomoric fishermen
with whom he was fighting,
and with van damm - like flexibility and speed managed to
free himself from our
grasp while wearing astonishingly tight jeans that were
fitted way to high
above the waist. To add insult to injury,
the escapee was
estimated to be 86” +\- 50”. Unfortunately, no objective evidence for this claim
has been recorded.
Quizzo for the non-sailor:
the rum line is,
a: the captain’s term for
a shoddy line drawn by a crew member on a chart without
using a straight edge.
b: a straight line that
connects the start and finish points of a race.
c: the queue that forms at
the duty free stand at charlotte amalie airport several days
after the fall
rally.
d: all of the above.
e: none of the above.
Quote of the day:
After observing a crate of
tomotoes slide viciously to and fro on account of a
seemingly infinite broad
reach in choppy seas, a crew member was heard to say, “f@#$
these
tomatoes. i hate
these f*****g tomatoes!”
Joke of the day:
“why do they only put 239
beans in a can of baked beans? Adding
one more would make them too farty.
The sailing has also been
wicked fun.
Stay classy meow,
Geronimo the boat
11nov2016