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Mysh Mary Berry and a whale... 10-07-2017

Monday 10th July 2017

In a land far, far away, on a quay in Miramichi the sun rose to a peculiar scene. Twenty three eager sailors lined up in suitable Rona II fashion to say aurevoir to HMCS Oriole, setting off into the unknown to begin their epic adventure.

As they travelled down The Mystical River of Miramichi they sailed through forested lands, under a vast bridge and past small churches perched on the riverbank. This jolly band of merry women and men were reminiscing on the kind and welcoming hospitality of their Canadians friends, deciding that they rather liked it here.

Later in the morning - a miracle! From the sweaty depths of the galley a culinary delight emerged. Mysh-Mary-Berry delighted the whole boat with delicious citrus sparkling fairy cakes. They were real good!! Once the post fairy cake excitement had subsided, the three watches diligently carried out their quests for the day. Tim proved that waterless shampoo could indeed work, magically turning a white towel yellow in the process! Magic must had also been at work on Julian's arms which were turned into a delicate shade of rose gold, perfect to practice his work outs on the aft deck.

As the clock turned 12 (ish) the clouds gathered, watering the crew, but their spirits were not to be dampened and instead they relished the much needed shower. A triumphant trio emerged from the heads with news of a strange wonder. Light!!! After hours of darkness and misery, a voice was heard to say "Let there be light" (Thanks Pete!!) And then there was light.
No more would the 23 have to endure a torchlit pee.

Come afternoon, there were no mishaps with the cruising chute and it definitely didn't go for a swim. With the sun appearing once more, a faint shout was heard from on deck. Sleepy figures raced to see a Minke whale waving its fin towards the boat, wishing them well on their way.

A banging sunset with a mostly naked George, covered in sea water on the aft deck, and the promise of hot chocolate on the way, darkness descends onto the hum of questionable singing. Their journey may just be starting, but already the R2 crew are having a whale of a time... eh!!

White Watch xoxo

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