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March 02, 2005
If It Wasn’t So Terrifying, It Would be Funny.
On the Atlantic Ocean crossing between Lanzarote, Canary Islands and Saint Lucia, we awoke one morning (or night?) warm under the duvet, for our 3-hour watch. We could hear the pitter-patter of the rain on the deck above us. It was a cozy feeling, and we were very happy to be alive. Chis heard Sam, our First Mate, tell Ed, our Skipper, that she had seen lightening. Lightening is not a good thing when you are the only thing for hundreds of miles, with 2 masts saying “I just dare you”. On his way to the cockpit to offer some help, Chis found that it was raining in the galley, through the open companion way. The water was everywhere. All over the chart table, the log book, everything. He caught a glimpse of lightening out of the corner of his eye, and looked up at Sam in the cockpit. She was drenched from head to toe. She made Chis think of Little Red Riding Hood with her foul weather gear, with a duck beak hood. She was trying to steer the boat, in very rough seas, through the windshield that was solid rain. Trying to figure out if the lightening was getting closer, the entire crew began to shut off all of the electronic equipment. Sam started to steer by the compass. We survived the ordeal with no damage to Platina or her crew.
Except that we did discover that the latch that keeps the microwave door from opening in heavy seas really does nothing at all. The eggs, that we had so cleverly stored there, came flying out and scrambled on the floor during the storm.
Posted by chis at March 2, 2005 10:59 PM