The ship anchored both nights in the Weepecket
Islands off Naushon. Shown here is the track of the end of the
first day and the beginning of the third day.
This
here is a story
containing
races with one poorly manned dory,
Coiling ropes into
balentines
and
untouched fishing lines.
For
three days was the Ernestina at sail
while
every night ended with a wail
as
someone felt the wrath of Adam's hand.
Only
once did the young sailors reach land.
Playing
Captain-Know-It-All
and
trying to sing was a ball.
Every
night the joy went on
as
the crew shared one hold for bedding down.
Some
slept as others were awoke
for
night watch to protect our ship.
The
bilges were checked;
Temps
of food stores and light
kept
us safe through the night.
When
we voyaged to the land
and
created drip castles in with sand,
the
artist/sailors were busy with watercolors,
and
Forest swam
until
the clouds began.
Dories
spun before the race.
We
knew our hearts would keep a pace
to
bring us back before the rain;
Our
hands would not feel the pain.
That
afternoon, together as a family,
we
created carved block prints for stationery.
To
return ship from our journey,
we
raised anchor and sails a lot;
Our
muscles felt like a knot.
As
we sailed flags were born;
Ernestina
is adorn
with
friends anew
and
journey come
never
to loose the memories and fun.