Skip to main content

A Poem: Life Aboard Rona II

The sky, the sea,
The waves, the ship,
The girls they sail,
They race for it.

The Skip, he yells,
He cracks the whip,
The girls, they do,
They race the ship.

The Mate, he tracks,
The course of it,
They girls they steer,
They drive the ship.

The food, the heat,
The time to cook,
The girls they do,
They live for it.

The wind, the sail,
The sheets, the winch,
The spinnaker flies,
And pulls the ship.

The sky, the sea,
The waves, the ship,
The girls they sail,
They race the ship!
9th May

After partying on Wylde Swan, the night before, a breakfast of spaghetti
hoops (which weirdly all got eaten) and eggs (which weirdly did not) and hot
dogs set us up for the start of another big adventure. With no wind
forecast, we motored out towards the start line, sweeping around Gran
Canaria. Fish pie, and banana bread for dinner and a jaw dropping sunset
over the volcanoes to end the day, after an intense and busy couple of days
ashore.
Blue watch got an interesting wakeup on their 12-4 AM graveyard shift, with
salt water mochas! We have now sacrificed a kettle to boil sea water for
cooking, yet this was unknown to poor Philly, who kindly put it on, and got
past a tired Alice as she made pick me ups for her watch. Some creme egg
brownies, thanks to Leg 1's mystery box, were a welcome antidote. On approach
to the start line, Vahine could be seen on the horizon behind.

10th May

'I think we're just about to see literally hundreds of dolphins!'
In the Laz there are currently 8 cans of untouched diesel; the wind picked
up and we were able to have a cracking sail up towards the start line. The
main was lowered, somewhat nervously, to check the new dynema halyard was
still intact. All good. A reef was even needed today, and with a successful
MOB drill we were ready to cross the start line. Blue watch finally got
their fair share of dolphins on their dog watch, over 20 of them on the bow
as they changed headsails. We crossed the start line around 1AM, averaging
170 degrees at 8kts, can't complain! Hoping for the wind to come round
later, then it will be spinnaker time!

11th May

Woken to pancakes made by Kirsty, lots of chunder from white watch again,
but they still managed a lovely meal of fresh ham, homemade fresh coleslaw
and wedges. Blue watch started the day waiting patiently for the sun, which
didn't show itself until 7AM, but with a massive African (almost) full moon
setting opposite ahead of us. As we are so far west already, on the 6-8PM
dog watch, ships time was taken back an hour to GMT. A very significant,
straight line has been drawn on the chart between us and Bermuda; a very
weird concept for us, as we have little or no frame of reference to actually
see where we are. The plan at the moment is to follow this rumb line for
now, with the good wind we are having.
Again, so many dolphins! Still beautifully close to the wind, averaging
260-270 degrees. Blue watch got their turn to put up the A5 spinnaker,
shortly followed by a hasty practice at lowering too; although it gave us
13kts, it pointed us in the direction of Cape Verde. Another great sail that
evening, speeding up to 10.9kts, bouncing off swell. Roz saw the first
flying fish!

12th May

Another beautiful moon with dolphins to start the day. The A5 spinnaker has
been hoisted and is allowing us now to steer 270. We are around 400 miles
from the canaries now, having completed over 1400 miles since Sines, with
have many more to go! Excellent dippy eggs and soldiers, with home made egg
cups from Katie and Alice for breakfast, and the last of the fresh salad
with pesto pasta for lunch. Fresh pineapple and oranges afterwards were
significantly more appreciated than previous days, as tolerance with carbs
is wearing thin! We still have 3 watermelons, coconuts, and many apples and
oranges to get through though, so no scurvy to report yet.

What is more Rona II is in the lead.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Battle for the Baltimore

The Battle for the Baltimore

Twenty-Hundred hours aboard Rona II, red-watch were on deck as they spotted
something, a mere speck on the horizon. By nightfall, the speck had become a
clear outline of the much feared, feeder race winning, 'Pride of Baltimore'.
A gaff rigged schooner with raked masts and a skipper who could out salt the
sea itself.
It became a straight face off, who could hold their nerve, the race for
Boston just got red. 11pm arrived and white-watch appeared from their
slumber to the news that Baltimore were in reach. The race for the Rona boys
was truly on. "Action stations Boys" exclaimed Mr Parry, the officer on
deck.
And with that the Mizzen was swiftly hoisted and a full trim of the sails
was wistfully undertaken.
Three miles to the east, Baltimore winced! With that Rona II sped past. By
the end of their watch they had done all that they could, a 1 mile lead was
established; white-watch were sent below, job done.
Next u…

Leg 5 is off! Excited crew... Excited parents too we suspect...

Come Sail with the RSP - and get wet...

You know that feeling where you're trying to go to sleep but a trickle of
water is falling on your head? That feeling where your bed leans back and
forth at angles of up to thirty degrees, and every tilt brings a fresh gush
of water onto your sleeping bag with the volume and intensity of a small
power shower? When you are on your bunk one moment and one metre above it
the next? That simultaneously funny and sickening moment when a crack team
of soggy sailors rushes into your bedroom to pump out the ever-increasing
tide of seawater under your bunk? No? Come sail with the Rona Sailing
Project, and all this could be yours. Yes, we have finally reached that
long-awaited stage of the voyage where the helmsman and lookouts must wear
ski goggles to see through the spray, the widely agreed marker for the
apogee of excitement in any sailing trip. Last night we encountered winds of
up to gale force nine, building until midnight. Luminescence made this
moment all the more memora…