Relayed message 24mar2012 19:24 UTC:
So north we head with the sun on our back and the wind in our faces! Will we stop in French Guyana or just straight past it? Knowbody knows! Finally good wind and the engine can rest. Surviving thunder and lightning, no problem for the crew of the Black Dragonfly.
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Jeg, Jan Kåre er hjemme i Norge for å jobbe litt. Jeg drar tlibake til Caribbean for å ta Yacht Master Sertifikat nå i november.
Planen er å forlate Colombia med Cassiopeia den 15. Februar. For å seile den hjem til Norge. Seile plan og nye innlegg kommer!
Cassiopiea, skal selges.
Interesert, send meg en e.mail: email@example.com
Let me tell you a story of a small gallant thing, crossing vast oceans in defiance of a king
Bobbing in waves an insignificant spec, but what of significance when we stand on her deck
We may seem so small when the stars are unfurled, but who cares of scale when she is our world
Twenty nine feet of wood and of sail, draped to the wind like the lace of a veil
She seems such a mess of canvas and rope, all needs to be fixed yet her captain is broke
Her two hapless crew live on bread and on water so lock up your fridge and lock up your daughter
Inside her galley no refrigeration but look a bit closer there’s pest infestation
Flawed she may be, no race she can win but beneath her deck a strong heart beats within
She can moor alongside a millionaires yacht but outclassed and outdone she is certainly not
She flies a small flag of red, white and blue, the colours of Norway and Great Britain too
From the frozen North she did come, in search of white beaches and bottles of rum
All the way to Aruba from Kristiansand, via Brasil and other strange lands
You must speak to her nicely and always polite, for like any good lady she’ll put up a fight
So whisper these words and never betray her, fly west with the wind my dear Cassiopeia
End, Chris Fleet
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