Diary of a Deckhand

As we pulled in alongside the crossberth, the amount of weed tangled around the cross beams made me think the inevitable might happen. We have a seacock in our hull (actually we have several, but lets not get all fussy here), that sucks water up and passes it through a few different places that need cooling - such as the gearbox and the generator. Well, this long stringy weed seemed instantly drawn to the hole, and lo and behold the water flow slowed down to a dribble. Bums. Hazel descends into the bilges and empties the filter, only to find weed was not the only thing to bung it up....


Edit - hope this is showing the pic this time....


Having thought about how this poor little booger ended up in there, i reckon they were playing chicken around the hole....

"bet you a mouthful of weed you cant swim over that hole"
"bet you i can"
*schlooooop*
*buggggggggggggggggggggggggggeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

Or....

"Oh look, a nice little hidey hole, if i just back myself in here........"

*brrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm*

"Hang on, whats that noiseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeshloop"

And what happens when you get a group of divers who are all as mad as a box of frogs and mix them with a three man (or woman) water bomb launcher......

Well, needless to say a few people got a bit wet, and another boat got used as target practice... mwhahahahaha