Stores remain good and morale likewise.
The winds have been a little variable, approaching non-existent, but through some careful manoeuvring and a dose of patience, well from some of the crew, some very slow miles were put into the log although to make their date with Hamilton Island some iron donkey work was needed.
No serious injuries to report but the Chief Buffon is beginning to lose patience with stubbing his toes on the helm and the Chief Engineer likewise with bashing his head on the boom.
The Chief Buffon reported spotting a whale spout but no sign was seen thereafter of the mighty beast but a couple of pods of dolphins enlivened the day.
Having made Hamilton the berthing at where was rather exciting as the Chief Engineer ran around with a raving bender (shurely roving fender? – ed) whilst the Master and Commander only failed to stack the vessel into the pontoon thanks to the sacrifice of the Chief Buffon’s shoulder.
An enormous amount of booze was thrown down their necks but fortunately not depleting the onboard stocks as it was acquired at cutlass point from the friendly tavern (populated by a very friendly curlew) on the island.
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