The cook who would replace me accounted for one of the seventeen mouths I fed yesterday. I suggested that I cook for half the day…
Day 4 I snuck into bed around midnight, long after the rest of the crew. Still I woke before my alarm, at 5:30 am, ready…
Day 3 When I got onboard on Thursday, the bosun, who I’ll call Poi Boy, gave me a rough tour of the galley and the…
Day 2 I rose early the next morning, before my alarm went off. Unlike my special cook’s berth beside the galley on the Marlin, I…
I didn’t have to cook on my first day on the Adventurer, so I concentrated on fitting in.
When I was asked to cook on a tall ship during a festival in San Diego this fall, I was a little nervous. It had been a while since my last stint. Would the community of sailors have me back?