June 3, 2008 Ships Log

June 3, 2008 Ship's Log- No theme Tonight, but Poseidon declared it "Monsoon Night"

weather- monsoon type drenching rains, 47 degrees temperature, even cooler in the wind of 10 knots gusting to 15 (cap'n's account)
race- starts at 7:10, ends at 7:50
Crew- Cap'n Tom, Davy, Jocelyn, Mac, Raven and John "The Jolly Green Giant"
Inventory- 22 beers, half bottle of wine, flask of rum, 1 bottle of vitamin water

Notes:
The weather situation cannot be ignored. It would seem that Jocelyn is officially on the account at the temptress, as she took the foredeck with soaked shoes. Cap'n's raincoat clearly did not keep out the rain, since before the race even started, his shirt was soaking wet.
The race went underway with no problems, save the fact that we may have crossed the start line just a few seconds too early. Rum was shared to keep the crew warm. Davy noted early in the race: "maybe we should have used a bigger sail."
Turning the mark, cap'n ordered the crew to hoist the spinnaker. The Jolly Green Giant ran from port to starboard and back again to adjust, and readjust the spinnaker pole. Luckily, today there were no "accidents" with the pole. Unfortunately though, the wind turned and the Temptress was flying a spinnaker on a beam reach. The crew worked diligently to get the soaking wet spinnaker back down (Davy commented that there wasn't much point keeping the spinnaker out of the water, but he did a good job of it nonetheless). With the jib up again, the temptress sailed along sweetly. There was some conflict as Davy second-guessed the cap'n, the punishment for which was to immediately bring the cap'n a beer. It all worked out fine, anyways, as Davy was about to grab beer regardless.
Post-race, the Temptress reached nice speeds- "5 Knots!" Shouted the Cap'n. As the wind caught her sails, the Temptress leaned into it like a speeding motorcycle around a sharp curve.... some crew shouted with glee, as others went to the shrouds to put their weight over the life lines. "Was that about ten degree's heel cap'n?" The official (cap'n's) number was 35 degrees- a lovely sail.
While crew compared the lack of color in their fingers, the Cap'n said "I am thinking about skippin' the raft up" To which the Jolly Green Giant replied "You think?!?"

All made it home safely today, if a bit wet.