Advice given to the Bloke on the topic of fishing included the use of a Priest to deliver a fish its last rights. Heading such advice I unpacked a particularly handsome jarrah rolling pin from among our homewares destined for storage, a birthday gift years earlier from my brother, and placed it in the box labeled 'For the Boat'. That is why we have this hefty item of hardware on board and more practical than a useless piece of 4x4.
After an extended passage, in this case only 2 days but still a long way, the Bloke is compelled to wash the boat. In fact, any day is a good boat washing day be it by means of a bucket or more of sea water or via a hose. That is to say, according to the Bloke it is.
Giving in to the impulse once more, the Bloke was nearly introduced to the priest today. Enthusiasm eclipsed caution AGAIN and the hatches weren't checked AGAIN. A phone call to Lucas was interrupted by a beeping warning signal from the gas detector. There is a sensor beneath the oven. It was floating in 2 cm of water. There is a hatch above the stove...... You can guess the rest.
Until the sensor is dried out the gas stove won't work. We are on cold rations for now and no cups of hot tea. The message might sink in by means more potent than I could ever deliver and the priest can be spared its duty for another day!
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