Posted on: August 18, 2011 Posted by: Cole Ruth Comments: 3

You’re too slow. The captain announced this morning that he’s found my replacement. See what I mean by the little world of tall ships? Up went the post on the billet bank; in came the responses. All I can say is: You’re missing out! Actually, the main thought coursing through my mind is: Pfew, I don’t have to feel guilty about leaving them in the lurch.

Layover in Traverse Bay
We made a pitstop in Traverse City around dinnertime last night, and our plan is to leave again bright and early tomorrow morning for Northport, a little town near the mouth of Traverse Bay. If it’s deep enough, we’ll do daysails there tomorrow – and the town has offered to host two barbecues, at lunch and dinner, to feed all of us. Splendid. That’s two less meals I have to cook.

Throughout the morning, every time I thought about the fact that I’ve got two weeks left I would suddenly burst out with unintelligible utterances, such as: “Wooh—ahh-hee-heh-hee-haw.” To celebrate, I made the crew sushi for lunch. I’ve been meaning to make sushi since Captain Flash left, but it’s been hard to gather up all the ingredients.

I started looking at my bunk today, thinking about packing it all up. It’s surprisingly little, yet surprisingly much. I might have to send my stack of aprons home to Mom, parcel post. I’ve made a list of all the things I’m going to throw out: my tennis shoes, most of my socks and underwear, two shirts that are irrevocably stained with black soot from the diesel stove… Then I noticed later today while trying on dresses at a women’s clothing store that maybe I should throw out most of my clothes. The boat smell is detectable even on clean laundry.

Wednesday’s Menu
Breakfast
Chilaquiles
Lunch
Sushi:
Shrimp tempura with avocado
Snow crab with avocado and carrots
Marinated tofu, avocado and carrots
Deep-fried squid tentacles and avocado
Dinner
KFC… um… yeah.. well, the crew got the afternoon off, except the duty person and… well, me, if people wanted me to make dinner. The fo’c’s’le clued in and all the deckhands texted me to say that they would not join for dinner. But sure enough, Harrison and Burns wanted their meal prepared. Not being too keen on this, and wanting to take off to the beach like everyone else, I caved. And Kentucky Fried is was.

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  1. Hope the new cook has been reading your blog. You will be a hard act to follow but your wisdom on how to survive on $6 a day is a great help.
    Fair winds….C.Cook, hope your next voyage is one just as filled with adventure and fun!

  2. Before you throw everything, take it home and wash EVERYTHING twice, with baking soda in the wash, and dryer sheets in the dryer…then make the decision to throw stuff out….you’ll prolly huck bout half

  3. The new cook has actually been doing this longer than Captain Smiley – and Captain Smiley has been in the business for most if not all of his adult life! It will make for an interesting shift.

    Re: my clothes, I will try that with a few things, but add to it all that most of these clothes weren’t brand-new and not exactly in good shape – rips, dirt and holes.

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