Advanced Summer Ambassador Program (Day 7)
Written by Vivian, Mason, Alexis, Sophia, and Wyatt.
beep beep im typing at the computer :) now tell me what else to type vivian (pls) (and thank you) can we keep this part in??? please say yes yay!!!!
ira says they're more like guidelines than actual rules.
this is the PROLOUGE!
Today we woke up in New Bedford Harbor, where we had docked in another schooner’s spot while they were out in the world, presumably sailing. We ate breakfast, then set off on our way, bound for Scraggy Neck. Captain Greg backed the boat up through a narrow channel with many, many fishing boats on either side of us. Several fishermen gave our captain some pointers as he was steering, and they were potentially helpful but I’m not sure. We students were “roving fenders”- a role given to those who suspend fenders from the deck and use them to keep the boat from touching other things. Anyway, we raised all the sails, including the rafee, after we had gotten through New Bedford Harbor’s seawall. Captain Greg calls it the Gates of Morodor. Or however it’s spelled.
Along the way, we adjusted the sails, we ate lunch, we coiled many, many lines. So many lines. You would not believe the sheer number of lines. Once we got to Scraggy Neck, we anchored and took trips in powerboats to a nearby beach. We spent several hours there, picking up shells, building sand castles, swimming, and exploring. There was a sandbar that went out from the beach a few hundred meters, and some of us walked along it for the sake of adventure. Others fell asleep on the sand. We were picked up by powerboats at 17:00, one of them driven by a board member of World Ocean School. Thank you Fred! When everyone was back aboard, we took a communal shower. It was salty, as it was from the firehose, which draws from the saline depths of the Atlantic. Partly we did it as mandated by the crew’s Anti-Sand Crusade, and partly we did it to clean off and wash our hair.
Dinner was a Pasta Party. Yeah, uppercase. You read that right. Penne, spaghetti, bowtie, three sauces, can you imagine? We don’t have to. There was also salad and meatballs. Now, we, A Watch, are writing this as our evening chore. There is one thing we’ve left out. The fate of Wyatt, and the rescue by Alexis.
We haven’t seen Wyatt for a few days, but a couple students claim to have seen a giant, squid-shaped Wyatt on the horizon today from the powerboats. His luscious locks and Springfield Armory hat were unmistakable, they insist on it. We’re pretty sure it’s ol’ Jean Le Stinkfoot’s doing, we have no doubt about it. As for Alexis, well, they came back battered and bruised, speaking nonsense. We don’t know the details of the story as we’ve been giving Alexis space to recover from the fateful encounter, but we all commend their bravery and resilience.
As this is A Watch’s final ship’s log, we want to leave you all, dear readers, with a little final message. We hope you take a lesson from our story: Don’t lose the Wyatt in your heart, remember to be resilient and brave, and last but not least, thank Anne for the midrats.
