Companion to Day Thirty-Four: The Smell
11:30am
Water spilled into our cabins and slicked the wooden floors.
Oldy paced the hold as the ship staggered. ‘It’s not time. Not yet,’ he said.
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I sailed on the Young Endeavour training ship in New Zealand. So it rained. A lot.
If you’ve ever washed a load of washing, then forgotten it, then come back three days later and smelled it – you know what a ship smells like after a few days of rain.
PS A brand new picture will be posted this Saturday.
Felicity Banks 
Ben (Crispin) said,
September 4, 2009 at 8:13 am
Will it be the naked one?
Oh! It will be, won’t it?!?
(Yes, that’s right. I’m a pervert…)
twittertales said,
September 4, 2009 at 8:25 am
I confess I did talk it up quite a bit. 🙂
Nope, not that one. That’s on September 7.