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.