While you anchor the loose stay to another chainplate, Terry watches
the Galapagos Canary NWF approach.
"She's really cracking on," he says, peering through the binoculars.
"My stars, what a beautiful boat. And the skipper's got her trim as Mary.
What a bow wave she's throwing!
"Say, where is everybody? I count only two people on deck." He turns
suddenly and disappears below, and in a moment you hear the squawk of
You finish tightening the loose stay and then set to work sealing the
Terry bounds back up on deck. "Awright, here's the story," he says, training
the binoculars again on the Canary, now hull-up
and gaining fast.
"I got through on the radio. Race Control relieved
to hear we found her, she hasn't been heard from for 38 hours. She had
a crew of six when the fleet left Buenos Aires. And yeah, at this point
she's leading the race. The other teams went south to avoid the storm;
looks like she plunged right on through.
"Right, now, let that be," he says, looking at
the half-patched hole. "Got to put some sail on. We don't want to slow
down the race leader any more than we have to, do we?"