by Capt. Desiree
The wind gods were in my favor on my birthday, and we had a great sail. Dave had been delicately simmering a pork curry over the last twenty-four hours, preparing for the feast.
Dave and I had completed our night shift of sailing, and Ryan ad Wesley had started theirs at the typical 6am startup. We were then startled ad awoken at 8am with breakfast in bed (that is, our cabin)! Our young crewmates decided to surprise us with fresh peaches, scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee delivered on a beautiful platter. To be truthful, we were speechless. Our breakfast was accompanied with a handmade card (of course with a birthday wish, but also a belated father's day wish since that special occasion was lost in the chaotic pace of the EMYR).
That morning, Ryan and Wesley insisted on putting out the fishing rods. Now, we had put those instruments out for the last three years, and the only fish we ever caught was a flying fish that inadvertently flew onto the deck. Dave dutifully helped them put out the fishing rod on one side, and a fishing line on the other. We certainly didn't think much more about it until.....late that afternoon I heard a different type of sound (we have all become accustomed to tuning our ears to different sounds because you never know...), and I yelled "Fish!" ; Dave said, "Who is playing with the belt sander?"
I will let the remaining story be told by Ryan and Wesley, so please check their blog at:
Check out the "Sailing Twins"
http://www.sailblogs.com/member/sailingtwins/?xjMsgID=63129
Check out the "Sailing Twins"
http://www.sailblogs.com/member/sailingtwins/?xjMsgID=63132