Location: 40º16.182,N 4º11.699E, Underway to corsica
Hear ye, hear ye. Before I get into the tales of today, let us remember the last few days aboard ARGO, as we are halfway into our trip, our last stop was spent in Mallorca, Spain. The journey to get there was fun for some of us and not so much for others (we spent 3 days sailing & encountered moderate seas).
Our day today began bright and early for Ian and Logan at a brisk 0500, assisting Nicole, Charlie, and Nick with raising our anchor, allowing us to get underway. Alas, we all had to wake up at 0700, yet a lot of people couldn’t seem to drag themselves out of their racks until around 0730, which is when we got a breakfast of granola and yogurt expertly prepared by Carlie, Logan, and Sebastian.
After breakfast, the relatively slow morning was interrupted by the student-led sail raises, which were led by Sam & my fellow Montanan Emory, which went as smoothly as we could make it (considering the fact that we have only been on ARGO for 8 days).
Today was also the first time our handline fishing kit made an appearance on deck, spearheaded by Ryan & Sawyer who truely tested their patience by catching nothing all day.
Another testement to the patiance of the crew was when me (B) and Nico spend appoximently 2.5-3hrs sanding the cockpit’s entrance steps in preperation to re-varnish them later in the voyage, during the sanding process the only somewhat entertaining happening that happened was the leader of Watch team 1 (Shane) getting his hair braided by Avery (which turned out fabulous might I add).
After the amazing lunch of quinoa salad made by our fabulous cooks, we sat down for a lesson on meteorology taught by Charlie, which covered topics such as air pressure, temperature, location, and their effects on weather at sea and the conditions that we deal with underway.
Speaking of being underway, we started our morning with little to no wind with the conditions slightly rising in intesity as the day progressed and as we headed further from Mallorca, as the day went by the seas got to a point that some of the crew were beginning to feel the telltale signs of seasickness although nobody has lost their lunch or dinner yet. Somehow, being from Montana, I (B) have not felt a lick of seasickness, maintained my steel stomach, and am loving the sea. Our afternoon for those not on watch was spent either hanging out above deck, playing games/reading in the salon, and being privy to some interesting conversations, one of which was Axel’s Q&A on baguettes & other French cuisine.
After the interesting afternoon, our chefs made us a soup named “Shakshuka” with bread.
Our evening is being spent getting prepared for a (hopefully) windy day tomorrow.
I digress here, but the following is a list of some of the happenings on board.
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a mystery smell ended with a Holmes-style search for the source
Most of the crew’s snacks are gone (we got them yesterday)
The crew has warmed up to each other, and strange happenings are both more frequent and are getting exponentially weirder
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Logan was getting projectiles launched from the shelf directly at him (rulers, books, CDs/DVDs, dividers, parallel rulers)
We are unbecoming a floating clothesline, so as not to get judged by fancy yacht people in Corsica.a
But alas, here comes the time in which you have listened to my humble rambling enough, yet I will leave you with a small passage from my favorite poem.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
I must go down to the seas again to the call of the running tide
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by