CLIENT: Silver Youth Voyage
VOYAGE NUMBER: 20240623
FROM: Cairns To: Cairns
DATE: 25 June 2024
POSITION: Fitzroy Is
REPORT: White Watch
The sun had barely risen when the ship’s bugle blared through the wooden corridors, rousing us from our slumber. The salty breeze greeted us as we stumbled out of our bunks, rubbing sleep from our eyes. Breakfast awaited in the mess hall—a choice between cold cereal or a colourful array of fresh fruits. We huddled around the tables, fuelled by anticipation and the promise of adventure.
Today was the day of the knot-tying competition, a daily ritual that tested our seafaring skills. Our crew had already secured first place in the previous contests, and we were determined to climb higher. The single sheet bend knot had eluded us this morning. Fingers nimble, we worked the ropes, looping and twisting until the knot held firm. Third place—a respectable showing, but our competitive spirit burned brighter.
Next came muster on deck. The Bosun barked orders, dividing us into teams. Our task: hoist the main sail. The canvas billowed as we strained against the ropes, muscles protesting. The ship responded, catching the wind, and we surged forward, leaving Fitzroy Island—a refuge from the night—behind. The sea stretched before us, a vast expanse of possibility.
Tacking practice followed. We leaned into the turns, adjusting the sails to catch the wind’s sweet spot. Speed and precision mattered; our Bosun timed us. Four tacks, five minutes—a personal best. Victory tasted like salt on our lips as we collapsed on the bow sprit, gazing out at the horizon. The ship cut through the waves, a living thing under our hands.
Evenings belonged to camaraderie. In the cozy cabins, we shuffled cards, laughter echoing off the wooden walls. The rolling hitch knot competition awaited—a chance to redeem our earlier respectable third-place finish. White watch, our team, huddled together. Fingers deft, we wove the rope, creating a sturdy hitch. When the results were announced, cheers erupted: first place! Our Bosun grinned, and we exchanged triumphant glances.
As twilight settled, loveable Cath—the ship’s cook—worked her Quintessential magic. Beef stew simmered in the galley, filling the air with savory warmth. We gathered at the long table, bowls in hand, and devoured the hearty meal. The day’s exertions melted away as we savoured each spoonful, grateful for the sea, the wind, and the bonds forged aboard this ship.
And so, under a star-studded sky, we retired to our bunks, bellies full and hearts content. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, we revelled in the rhythm of the waves and the shared adventure that bound us—a crew sailing toward the unknown.