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And so the Saga continues, LOL, batten down the hatches!!
Two Big Fat Turkey's, were thoroughly Stuffed, cooked to perfection, then cooled and refrigerated overnight, ready to be transported aboard the Oasis the next day.
Father and Uncle sat in the lounge room, going over the tide times, discussing all the finer points of our departure that night. Mother and Aunty placed all the respective food items, into polystyrene bins and covered them with Freezer packs to keep them fresh. The Turkey's would be the last to be loaded aboard ship.
Blankets and Pillows, cutlery and plates, were marched across the plain, then the plank, via torch light to be arranged suitably on board. There was much to achieve in a short time, as our departure had to coincide acutely with the arrival of a High incoming tide, in the wee small hours of the morrow.
Everyone slept in anticipation for a very early start, so come the first rays of light and sparrows chirp, we were up like a well organized regiment, ready to board the ship, weigh anchor and set sail.
This we did, and all was in order, well it had to be, or the Captain would of had us swabbing the deck for insubordination if we disobeyed him.
Now one thing I would like to mention here, and that is that Uncle, though a Kind, Strong discliplined man, also had a rather short fuse, especially aboard that Yacht.
Two families set sail that early morning, which made a total of twelve souls aboard, plus to Canines!! We all had our respective jobs to do, which we did without question or fuss. heading out into the bay, with a lovely strong wind behind us, and a warm sun overhead, was an enchanting begining to our adventure.
Being the little wanderer that I was, I decided to clamour around the side of the yacht, hanging on to the railing, closely watched by a Certain Uncle.I then deposited myself down, right at the bow, dangling my legs over the edge.
My Cousin Ella, had told me this was great fun, and so of course I wanted to try it for myself. What a blast it was, as the Yacht pitched gently up and down in the soft frothy waters neath the boat. Each time it went down I was lightly showered, only to come up squealing with delight.
This little adventure I was having by myself obscured my vision to everyone else on board at that time, though One's vision to me was not! His ever watchful Seaman's eye was upon me, as well as the weather, which slowly but surely began changing as we neared the channel.
What I had not realized, was that we were now out in very deep waters, that took quite a treacherous turn at the drop of an anchor, and this day was to be NO exception as I was soon to experience.
Suddenly, without warning, my warm sun abated, and the pitching motion of the Yacht became more and more pronounced, till I no longer was getting a gentle spray. As the Yacht plunged down further and deeper into the water, I started to get soaked to the skin, and instinctively realized that I was in a tad of bother way up there on the bow.
A sudden feeling of panic came over me, and I turned around to see my Uncle's eyes looking straight back at me, closely followed by my Fathers. They had realized that I was stuck up there, and to come fetch me could mean someone went overboard in the process.
As the wind was coming up fast and fierce, it was hard to hear what Uncle was yelling at me to do, but I knew pretty much from his hand motions, that he intended for me to stay right where I was, till he clamoured down to the bow to fetch me.
Indeed that was what happened, whilst the Yacht continued to pitch and yor, he sidled down the edge of the narrow footing between the cabin and the railing, oh so carefully armed with a lifejacket for me to don immediately. He already had his on, as did Father and the rest of the family. It was evident that we were headed for a Mother of a storm.
To be Cont.......
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