The last few days have been tough mentally, physically and emotionally. Without doubt the crew, as a team have come together as a cohesive unit. Like the Borg of Star Trek, we are One.
I stayed up pushing through tiredness to do a turn on the Code Zero stitch along the seam. Crashed just before midnight; it is never good to wake up to a flogging (flogging: big flappy, noisy, sail screaming “I am Kok-ing angry” sail) headsail.
The sheet had parted. Halyard is the name of the uppy’downy rope we use to pull sails into the sky and hold them there. Sheet is the name of the inny outey rope we use to change how far in and out of the boat the sail is.
The consequence of this was that of the three points of sail, one corner of the sail [the clew] was flapping uncontrollably.
The team did a great job furling the sail as a temporary measure. However, due to the 23 knots of breeze the sail was not fully furled and flapping violently.
We managed to unfurl and drop the headsail, now nicknamed ‘Yo Yo’ and drag it back to the cockpit. All one can really say,