Right ladies and gents, buckle up, hold on to your hats and take a seat because this is the first piece of ‘extended’ writing I’ve done since school, here we bloody go.
I am writing this on the 21st, almost a week after I was asked to by Susie. As my former school teachers would tell you it wouldn’t really be authentic Eddy if I got an assignment in on time, therefore I will have to strain my mind to recollect the events that feel like weeks ago.
After a glorious ‘happy’ hour (in which I was graced with the hard fought over honour of cleaning the heads) it was aft starboards shift on watch at 12:30. Abby was our watch leader for the day and despite widespread popular expectation, things ran smoothly, nobody was injured and the ship remained afloat. She even managed to spot a few ‘w…w…whales!’, so it’s fair to say that despite a bit of rain and an Aussie at the helm it was a pretty good watch.
We then had the long anticipated egg toss, I was given the duty of sending our pet egg ‘Junior’ on his/her/its maiden voyage. As I ascended the main mast to the first platform clutching Junior in his meticulously assembled shuttle I stopped and had a moment of clarity. This was it. This was my moment. This throw will be my legacy. We managed a distance of -1 meter thanks to a cheeky bit of rope and it’s fair to say Junior (god rest his soul) got a bit scrambled. In shame I retreated to the galley, as it was my turn on galley duty.
That is about as much as I can remember, all in all it was a great day for all, for all except Junior and the other eggs that (willingly or unwillingly – it’s hard to tell) gave up their young lives to amuse some clearly very tired people on a boat somewhere in the North Atlantic.
Eddy Dyer – Aft Starboard