41.6 Nautical miles to Ribadeo
Whatever is on the aft deck is still there. I’m determined to have a look, so I jump off the settee and walk over to the companionway steps. It’s more of a dance really, step forward, get flung to the right into the port settee, then immediately left into the mainmast. Eventually, I make it to the steps.
Ann says “Mitzie, no, I told you can’t go up into the cockpit; it’s too dangerous. I take no notice and keep staring up the steps”.
Ann shouts, “Mike, I think Mitzie needs to go for a pee”.
Mike calls down “Now, really, now? It’s not the best time in the world”.
Ann says, “I know, but if she has to go, then you have to take her on deck”.
“OK, OK, I’ll try, put her harness on and her life jacket and I’ll clip on myself and take her aft on the sheltered side”.
Ann takes ages putting all the gear on me. I can’t move and struggle to heave myself up into the cockpit. Ann helps and shoves me up. Mike clips me on and starts to climb out of the cockpit. He turns around and says, “If we fall overboard, you know what to do, Ann, don’t you”?
I think, oh no, not the thing to say now.
I can see Ann is thinking about this. She goes more ashen in the face. I’m sure I can see steam coming out of her ears, she screams, “Know what to do? I don’t know what to do. If you fall overboard then you know as I do that is it. You’ll never get back on board in this sea”.
I think, what about me, who will get me back on board?
Mike is tugging at the lead I hate that! I jump up onto the coaming and look around.
The sea is wild.
Huge green waves, frothing white, rolling into the distance, the wind is deafening, howling like banshees, tugging at you.
It feels like the wind wants to push me onto those rolling waves.
I look behind me and see Mike struggling to stay on his feet. He is gripping the guardrails with his left hand, his knuckle white as a sheet. Every time the boat rolls to port, it feels like only gravity was keeping us glued to the deck. The green waters of the Bay of Biscay swishes past us as the wave roll under the keel. As soon as it passes, the boat lurches upright again with such a force that it throws me against the coachroof, gluing me to it and then swish, the next wave arrives.
In the middle of the back deck is the generator, it is screwed through the steel walkway on rubber pads with bolts. It has a burgundy cover with sides almost to the deck. Next to it, three clear plastic water containers sit strapped in with a blue rope. I slowly lift the cover with my nose, there they are, two pigeons bold as brass, sitting huddled together.
Mike says, “Mitzie, what are you doing? Come on, go garden, we can’t stay out here much longer, go, garden girl, please just go quickly”.
I push my nose back between the frame and give my loudest shout.
“Mitzie, what is it? What’s there”?
I say, “Two pigeons”, but Mike doesn’t seem to hear me.
Mike, kneels down, squeezes in with me and lifts the cover a little.
“Two pigeons, how and when did they come aboard”?
“I told you there are two pigeons”.
Mike says, “Leave them, Mitzie, they are too tired to fly in this storm, leave them and go garden if you have to”.
I turn around and head back to the cockpit and jump onto the coaming then immediately onto the starboard seat. Mike follows me in and says to Ann, “There are two pigeons hitching a ride on the back deck. They are sitting under the generator cover, huddled together. They must have been happy to land on Ruffles Spray. They would have drowned, poor things. Mitzie didn’t go garden all she was interested in those pigeons”.
I think, go garden? Yea, right, how do they think I can go garden in this roller coaster ride? The skipper is losing it
29.4 Nautical miles to Ribadeo
Mike and Rowan are speaking to each other on the VHS radio. Grampus is about three hundred meters to our starboard and about the same distance ahead.
“Well, Mike, every time you go into the trough of a wave, all I can see is the top half of the mainmast. The rest of the boat can’t be seen. The waves must be about four meters high, add the swell to that, and it doesn’t add up to anything good. Let’s hope it doesn’t get any worse, over”.
Mike says, “Same with Grampus, you keep disappearing in the troughs. What is the wind speed, over”?
“It’s around thirty knots gusting forty”.
Mike says, “Thirty knots, you are kidding me, it feels more like forty gusting fifty, you telling me the truth Rowan”?
“OK, you are right, Mike, it is blowing forty-two knots, gusting fifty. Any increase in wind speed or gusts and we will be in trouble. We have five and a half hours to go, let’s hope it decreases soon”.
They both sign off.
Broom, broom, Kaboom, kaboom, broom, broom, kaboom…
Hugely enjoyable with the tension building. I need to read more.
At least I know the trawler didn’t sink you. I assume you hit it to test your welds. Good read Mitz, hurry with next episode.
What a really enjoyable beginning to the adventures of SY Ruffles Spray. Written through the eyes of pet Mitzie one understands the challenges constantly faced. I was certainly pulled into life aboard during a storm from a dog’s point of view. The relationships between the dogs and their owners was sympathetically told. I loved Mitzie saying ‘Maths, I don’t like Math’s’. I laughed ot loud at the pizza saga, and wonder what happened to the pigeon stowaways. I am fretting about whether the trawler responded and moved out of Ruffles Spray’s way. I also thought the noises of the storm were evocative. All in all a well constructed first chapter. Looking forward to further installments – soon! That trawler!
What a wave hanger! I want to know what happens next. This is a great story of life time goal and adventure, massively overtaking the experience of the sailors, so we already know it’s going to be ‘interesting’ very atmospheric, and exciting. Go Ruffles Spray Go
Love the way Mitzie tells the story. Can’t wait to read more
Can’t wait to read the rest of the book
Lovely Mitzi telling the tale. Let’s read more.
Having sailed to some of the same places as Mitzie, Mike and Anne I was taken back to my own experiences of sailing into the unknown. You can’t do a voyage like this without a mix of courage, madness and humour, and this first chapter has buckets full of all three. I look forward to reading more doggy antics.
Great that the lovely Mitzy is telling your story. Looking forward to reading more. xx
Loving this. Dying to read the rest.