Harrison came into the galley all excited because he got her (the boat) up to 11.6, but Captain Flash came in exhausted from fighting the wheel as the boat kept trying to round up into the wind.
In the galley I meanwhile fight my own private war with Big Dies’, trying to keep her going when she badly needs cleaning and when every fifteen minutes a gust comes down the smokestack and threatens to put her out (and indeed several have). If only my job were StoveTender Extraordinaire. But it’s not. It’s cook. And I’ve got a dinner to get on.