I am beyond words for the last two days events. The Spirit got loaded up an hauled off to dock side. That is where I first met one Mr. Ty More. Journee Merediths love. We spent the dusk prepping the Spirit for a venture. We awaited the arrival of First mate, Nick Jurgilewicz, who came with his family just at dusk, all of whom, I have strong respect. I began to read off the testament to The Kindred Spirit, first time willingly reading out loud in awhile, great honor. I then preformed my song I wrote, Apologies to the Kindred Spirit to make peace with when I had broken the mast on the train bridge. I was applauded, I felt so grateful and accomplished, yet without another word, I took my first purchase of Campaign, with a creat below to catch the shards, an a few bouncing thuds, I here by christened her by name. Once night fell, we left the lass to keep watch of my vessel. Me and Ty went to the store, where, despite my no thanks, he put $20 in my tank, bought me a bottle of rum, an McDonalds. He ask me of a favor, once we returned, ate, and set up again, we set off for a quick sail. We anchored off shore an with a code shake of the hand, I grabbed my rum and stood before them love birds and, with a few, nautical terms to Ty More knots I, Captain o the Kindred Spirit, conjoined the two in matrimony. Under fisher vs. fisher, to my knowledge, I held some jurisdiction. If any laws hold against this act, then let it be said, it was a valid marriage over the duration of the voyage. Hence more, If two claim to be Married after returning to shore, then that is their right of free will and love. The vows were sweet an the classic Just Kiss POTC moment found its way into the mixing. Regardless, near shed a tear out of the pride I had felt. Beautiful night of bonding and joyous emotion, fell to a good sleep above the depths. I awake to a blue sky, an shimmering world, picked up Boatswain A. Riley, an got some grub and more tools. We then set off for Burbank. 240 ft from dock, the motor seized. The wind was strong, but unsteady, and that dear ol ominous train bridge loomed on the horizon. current was strong. At least 4-6 knots round Clover Island. We made it thanks to the new ores I had gotten an the back bone o the crew. I became acquainted with the locals once at Clover. The Boatswain an I both felt we had just stepped foot into a whole different city. The staff of Cedars, Clover Island brewery and the marina are a genuine pleasure to meet. I learned the length of nautical miles from a fellow Captain which really is useful. I called a mechanic, turns out, the owner, is the very person we recently sold a pool too. He knew me an the Spirit by name. Going there tomorrow for a compleat over haul of the engine. I got in contact with my ma an pops to retrieve the trailer, an with carful planning, an a slight near mishap, the engine held onto its barrings until we got into the calm water of the harbor, where we lost the engine completely, we then rowed under light sail to the loading dock, admiring the beautiful vessels an floating homes we passed. As we dropped sail however to manage speed, the Boom dropped right upon Mrs. Journee Mores scalp, dew to a bent/broken hook to a bungie an some sudden gusts. A cold beer to the head an 20 minutes time, I was confident there was no worrisome harm done. :D. Once all was loaded and tied down, we drove home. Well tied down so we thought. A bumper had came undone and bounced off the decks into the road. We pulled over an I ran to its rescue, where a man in a green car pulled over and grabbed it. I thought it was a goner. He then turned around and drove it to the truck and gave it back to us, so we wouldnt have to cross traffic. I respected that, genuinely.. I now lay in bed.. Waiting on that home made cooking I love. Soon more memories will be made, but for now, rest and work lay ahead of me. Well.. Rest.
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 03:24:36 +0000
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