It's 2 am and we're sitting in a hole, all sails down, as they're only slowing us from making any movement from the current. The Rolex pennant sits limp at the backstay.
TC comes up and says he's just had a nighmare.
"What, that Strompfy was spooning you?" says Stevo.
"Better than forking you" says another..
Or perhaps it's just the nightmare of bobbing in the South China Sea, in a race to Subic, but making more way to Vietnam.
And nothing to be done...
TC comes up and says he's just had a nighmare.
"What, that Strompfy was spooning you?" says Stevo.
"Better than forking you" says another..
Or perhaps it's just the nightmare of bobbing in the South China Sea, in a race to Subic, but making more way to Vietnam.
And nothing to be done...
Cracking Runs under Spinnaker in the Moonlight.
ReplyDeleteVenus and Jupiter gleaming bright in the West.
The pleasure of fine teamwork; of hunting down the foe .... brilliant writer .. like that!