The last couple o' days have been kinda boring here at Whitbread
training camp, but today was really neat.
First, the instructors rousted us out of our bunks early in the
dark for a sail change. I got to do "the pit" for Juggy. He's a
neat kid from down under in Tasmania. He gave me a pat on the head
after 'cause I didn't drop the pole on his head this time.
Then we took a break for some porrage (sic), and then we did another sail
change. You didn't warn me this was going to be so much work. But
I'm holding up OK.
Then there was a hole (sic) bunch of commotion in the
back of the boat when Josh yelled something was tugging on the
rudder. I was trying to take my nap. Everyone came running to the
back until we were doing a wheely and they were looking through
the underwater porthole.
Magnus and Paul said there was something
big on the rudder and started laughing 'cause they said it was a
big shark! Everyone was fighting to get a look. It was bent around
the rudder and baring it's teeth at us. Stevie said get it off
it's scaring me. So, we poked at it with a stick and it went away.
Juggy got it on video.
Then a little later there was more
commotion in the back again and everyone came running back again.
This time we had half of Marine World on the rudder, with sea
stars, urchins, mussles and stuff. We poked at it with a stick and
it went away, too. I think the shark put it there 'cause he was mad
Now i'm being punished 'cause I forgot to clean my bowl and they
are making me stand up in the front in the fog and look out for
sharks and kelp and pirates and other neat stuff.
If I'm good, then
I can go down in the Navigatorium and watch TV. It only has one
channel and the reception is not too good, so mostly I watch the
instructors try and figure out what is going on with weather and
where to go.(I think I know more than they do standing out in the
fog). We stopped zig zagging so much, so I think now they figured
That's about it for now except they promised tomorrow they would
teach us "under water basket weaving" and "how to build kites out
of old sea boots". This has been a swell adventure, but I can
hardly wait to get home and have some hot dogs.
Bye for now,
PS: Can you send some more Hershey Bars and my fuzzy slippers?