NP1and HAM Radio

I thought I’d never get to sleep but I guess I just passed out.

We didn’t do a MOB drill today, instead we talked about fire, all the different kinds and what we would do. Bounty use to have a lot of fires when they had a different exhaust system, it use to be cooled with water but then that broke down and they had a lot of smoldering fires in the hull. One time they were having a Coast Guard inspection while they were on fire, since they had already been running the fire hose to try and put it out they just did a deck wash, mopped the tweens and had the cook burn some onions.

For work party I got to fill more checks in the mast with NP1, standing on the crinolines is tricky while trying to avoid NP1ing yourself. John and Katie were set to sewing more of the jib, makes me laugh because Katie hates to sew and needs a lot of help. Grant and Mitch were back at caulking the tweens and Michelle was on baggy wrinkle.

After work party we met at the capstan again, usually doesn’t happen but Robin had something to tell us. Apparently there was a rumor, which had never gotten around to me, that we have Internet accesses, and in a way we do. It’s far slower than even dial up, it’s HAM Radio, so if we really wanted to we could send an email, but anyone could read open it and read it, no way of doing it privately. We’re only going to be offshore for about 2 weeks tops at a time because we’re going to so many parts this summer, but last year it was good to have it because they were doing an Atlantic crossing.

Watch started and it was such a change from the previous one, calm seas, no wind and sunshine. We were practically going no where at all, Grant and I tried throwing Dutchmen but they just went forward past the bow and never got to the stern. At one point one did come to the stern, took about a minute and a half, means we were going way less than 1 knt.

When I was on the helm I held it hard to port for the whole half hour, we were trying to get her to turn to East, but she was more like South and South East.

At the end we struck the spanker and the fore course.