Chapter 6 - Bathing Like Pirates

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Owen had woken me after a much less eventful watch and I was watching the sky brighten in what I now knew was the east. It was amazing what you could learn when you absolutely had to. That and I'd spent most of the last day staring at a compass.

I could hear Owen snoring below as the morning sun began to peek above the horizon. We'd survived our first full day, by ourselves, at sea. This should have been a cause for some kind of celebration, but all I could think about was that I was dead tired, absolutely starving and worried sick about Dad and Olsten. I knew I'd have to stay hungry until Owen woke up, because I couldn't figure out how I was going to get to the galley and back without letting the Sheffield go off course.

The steady northeast wind that had been moving us along since yesterday morning was now starting to drop off and move a little bit to the north. The Lord Sheffield was moving more and more slowly through the water. I knew from my limited sailing experience that we'd probably need more than just the square sails to keep us moving at a decent speed. In addition to the three square sails, the Lord Sheffield had two jibs, triangle sails that go on the front of the boat, and a mainsail that goes on the main or back mast. Normally, Dad didn't use these sails, because the squares worked great when there were guests aboard, but if we wanted to get to Saba anytime soon, Owen and I would have to find them and figure out how to set them. These sails were similar to the sails on boats that we used in my sailing school in Canada, so that might make it easier.

After a few hours, I could hear Owen stirring below, and a few minutes after that, he appeared in the cockpit. "Owen, I'll stay on watch a little longer if you get us some food."

Owen nodded, went below and returned with a breakfast of canned ham, crackers and apples. We devoured our meal. Now the sun was up again and we were properly fed, we were feeling much better about our situation. The morning sun was starting to warm our clammy, salty bodies and it felt incredible. All the demons of the night were gone and mostly forgotten. I thought again about the episode with the tanker and shivered despite the warmth.

"Owen, I've been thinking." I said.

"Rut Roe," he replied, imitating Scooby Doo.

I ignored him. "I think we can get this boat to Saba ourselves, but we have to get out more sail. We're going way too slow."

Owen took a look around and agreed, but he had other things on his mind, "Can I get a shower? I feel pretty yucky!"

There was a shower down in the head, or bathroom, so I told him to go give it a try. Me, I hate showers and baths. Mum says that that will change when I become a teenager, but I don't think so. When we first got to the Caribbean, I spent all my time in the sea or the pool, but now I'm used to the heat. Mum is always bugging me to get in the water, but I just don't feel like it as much anymore. I knew I would feel great when I got out – it was just the getting in that I hate.

Owen looked dejected when he came back up. "No water, no pump noises."

"Right... no battery power, no pump," I replied. "I have an idea, though. We're going to bathe like real pirates!"

The wind had dropped so much that the Sheffield was now moving quite slowly, so I got a length of rope out of the rope locker and I cleated or tied it to the stern of the boat. This reminded Owen of his favorite hobby, fishing. "We should be fishing for our supper," he stated.

"Of course we should, let's get the lines out after our dip," I agreed.

"Dip? What dip?"

"Well, Owen, you're going to grab this line and jump in. Make sure you don't let go of the line though. I don't want to lose you. "

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