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Stop press: The Sable Island Argus

2nd August 2017

Last night, just hours into her Atlantic adventure, Rona II was struck by a
natural disaster. The phenomenon has yet to be precisely identified, with
baffled experts variously referring to it as a 'vomcano' or 'vomit comet'.

At 1855 crew member Louis Janota leapt from his bunk and dashed to the heads
whereupon he unleashed a vicious torrent of luminous orange, semidigested
chilli con carni. The liquid's unusual colour has been attributed to the
'Tang' consumed in considerable quantity by the crew just an hour earlier.
Mr Janota, 18, has been praised for his presence of mind in securing himself
in the heads, preventing much greater damage being done. Nevertheless the
disaster took its toll. A visibly shaken George Hopkins, among the first to
see the port heads after the event, declared a natural disaster, and stated
solemnly that 'in over 20 years with the Rona Sailing Project I've never
seen anything like it', noting that all four walls and even the ceiling were
touched by the orange tide. Mr Janota has since made an admirably speedy
recovery and is currently fully participating in galley action. By now most
of the crew have seen at least some of their food more than once.

In other news, at 1100 today the race organisers authorised participants to
motor for 400 miles due to light capricious winds. On Friday we will
restart, hopefully with more wind! Encountering competitor Peter Von Danzig,
a vessel with less fuel on board than Rona II, skipper Gareth Parker offered
a tow, which was gratefully accepted.

With low winds and no sailing Matt Woodcock decided to open his pink dye
hair salon with two very keen customers, Matt Robinson and Andy Wright (the
mate). Matt was very disappointed with his new look - or lack thereof -
however the Mate has found his new style rejuvenating.

Later in the evening Rona II and Peter Von Danzig rendezvoused with Golden
Leeuw, to pass over the tow. The sight of people from the opposite sex made
all, perhaps especially Angus, increasingly happy.

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