Hi kids!
Here's a picture of Angel Jen raising the old anchor ball in Great Harbor off Big Stirrup Island in the Berry Islands.
As you students of the International Regulations for the Prevention of Collisions at Sea, 1972, (COLREGS), are certainly aware, Rule 30 requires vessels at anchor to display a black ball aloft. Soon as we dropped anchor Angel Jen sprang into action hoisting said symbol.
Here's a picture of Angel Jen raising the old anchor ball in Great Harbor off Big Stirrup Island in the Berry Islands.
As you students of the International Regulations for the Prevention of Collisions at Sea, 1972, (COLREGS), are certainly aware, Rule 30 requires vessels at anchor to display a black ball aloft. Soon as we dropped anchor Angel Jen sprang into action hoisting said symbol.
True to her Camptown roots, old angel Jen had made the ball symbol by appropriating a handy round object, our radar reflector, sewing up a black cover from a tee shirt she got in the Salvation Army for ten cents or something and, voilá, cá, tres Bon, suffis*
(French- it means "you see, there, very good, good enough")
The thing flapping around in front of her face is a flag of the Bahamas. It's considered polite to hoist the flag of the country you are visiting. It's called a 'courtesy flag'. Well! It'll take more than a dumb flag to make a pirate courteous! And there's never any worry with Angel Jen. Courteous is her middle name.
We made it into this harbor after 24 hours of sailing. It wasn't that far but we wanted to arrive at noon so we could see the bottom and avoid rocks, sand bars and other Bahamian bottom biters. So we loafed along most of the night just taking it easy.
The winds were light and agreeable. The full moon on the water was beautiful. The dirty rotten killer cruise ships and freighters didn't come too close. I listened to a beaucoup of podcasts about healthcare, financial reform, poetry, chimpanzees and history.
Angel and I took turns at the helm. First her for four hours, then me. It's hard to get your rest doing that but we managed. That's the way sailors normally do it when they have to travel for overnight or for days on end. It's called 'taking a watch'. It has nothing to do with swiping timepieces. It means 'taking a turn watching out for the boat'.
We made it into this harbor after 24 hours of sailing. It wasn't that far but we wanted to arrive at noon so we could see the bottom and avoid rocks, sand bars and other Bahamian bottom biters. So we loafed along most of the night just taking it easy.
The winds were light and agreeable. The full moon on the water was beautiful. The dirty rotten killer cruise ships and freighters didn't come too close. I listened to a beaucoup of podcasts about healthcare, financial reform, poetry, chimpanzees and history.
Angel and I took turns at the helm. First her for four hours, then me. It's hard to get your rest doing that but we managed. That's the way sailors normally do it when they have to travel for overnight or for days on end. It's called 'taking a watch'. It has nothing to do with swiping timepieces. It means 'taking a turn watching out for the boat'.
All in all, a very good evening was had.
We napped on arrival. Then ate, watched the sun set, then slept.
Tomorrow we move again.
Life is going well.
We napped on arrival. Then ate, watched the sun set, then slept.
Tomorrow we move again.
Life is going well.
John
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