Race 4 - Day 12
Crew Diary - Race 4 Day 12: Fremantle to Sydney
14 December
Diaries of a Clipper Crew Part 2 – by Krishna Patel and Luise Birgelen
[Editor: here's Part 1]
Ray
“My toolbox was raided again in Fremantle. But this leg, I've got 'em. Revenge is a dish best served cold and with a bucket of salt water in your face. I have started a secret stash of lost property in an undisclosed location. It started off with Claire's phone for two days. Sucker. Luise's torch and knife proved a welcome addition. Hannah's socks will come in handy to clean the heads.
Ray 1: Boat 0.”
Paul
“Da dumm di doo da dumm di da...CV30's resident DJ here, DJ Pazzz. I've been waiting for the appropriate time to introduce this new nickname for me to the crew, still waiting. Back on watch, finally time for my playlist again. It's got all the hits. All of them. Anyone who says different doesn't know music. Rockin' all over the world indeed. Mic-drop”
P.S. I may have forgottn to put back Ray's screw driver after I unblocked Andy's code brown with it. P.P.S. I've also lost my hat.”
JP
“Dear Diary, this crew is so lovely. Hm...maybe a bit too lovely. Nicola hugged me the other day, I couldn't breathe. To compensate, I crushed her right back. Luise gives me an uncomfortable amount of compliments. Krishna just smiles and nods at everything I say. Her eyes shine like stars. Apart from that, everything is AMAZING. Breakfast? Great. Watch after that? Even better. Did some grinding. LOVED it. Buy-a-donkey.
Anton
“Today I got a whistle. And I've got a plan. Sneaking up on people when they least expect it, or ideally when they're asleep. Take that, Union Watch. I've been learning some tunes to whistle to pass the time on deck. Jack Watch seems to love it. So they say.”
Iain
“Diary my old friiiieeend. I've come to write in you agaiiiiiiiin.
Ocean sailing is hard work my friend. Especially for a fashionista like yours truly. I've been wearing my salmon colored polo shirt, which brings out the blue sparkle in my eyes and gives me that blue steel quality that so many men admire me for. Tomorrow is Thursday though, so I'll probably get out my white dress shorts, and accessorise with a cute top. I can't wait until we get to Sydney. My nails are in desperate need of some pampering. I need some me-time. TREAT YO SELF, Iain.”
Freedom – by Philippa O'Sullivan
Victualling is a chore,
That I have to do no more.
Thank god it's over and people stepped in,
So that when I get to port I can hit the gin(gerbread).
Jonathan
“I think people might be onto me, getting up an hour early to my usual stealth walk through the boat. Passing through Union and Jack's snack cubbys, to reduce boat weight. I almost got caught red-handed, so I've had to reschedule to 2-3am, to avoid detection. The boat is peaceful then, as I stroll the hallways, worry-free. Chocolate truffles in one hand and caramelized popcorn in the other. And one hand for the boat. Obviously.”
Nicola
“...300 rolls of toilet paper. 7 packs of noodles. 147 bottles of squash. Eggs. More eggs. Sriracha. Sriracha with more eggs. Oh wait, less Sriracha, there is no Spence onboard. Milk. Powdered milk. Condensed milk. Evaporated milk. All the other types of milk. Extra milk just in case the above don't suffice. Also some dolphins would be lovely.
P.S. I feel like Ray's been taking our stuff.”
Nick
“Dear Diary, What a beautiful day. And I'm stuck in the galley. Cooking not one, not two, but THREE cooked meals off of today's menu plan. I thought it was a joke. But no, this is my reality. This galley is a tricky business. No tools, no assistant, just me and my bare hands. Saving lives, one cooked breakfast at a time. Dr. Nick out.”
Niclas
“Dear Diary, #1 here. That's what it says on my water bottle. I am the chief hydrater on the boat. My current average is about 14 liters per watch. Crushing it. The only thing that's slowing me down is my crew, who take ages to transport the bottle from me, behind the traveller, to down below for refilling and back to me. We have rehearsed this over and over again, for the last 2 weeks. It's as if they don't even want me to drink more. Must go. Hydration awaits.”
Disclaimer: The above is largely fictional. Any resemblance to real life events is purely coincidental. Also, these are the loveliest people we've ever met. Please don't hate us.