Sunday, July 02, 2006
Chapter 4: We Survive
Eventually, we pushed upstream until the Wekiva became a wee trickle. There was much joy and celebration amongst the crew, when providence brought us to a broad, clear, shallow gravel bar. Here one could refresh without worrying too much about the large reptiles which lurked in the deeper regions.
We enjoyed a fine repast and some jolly splashing in the cool water.
I could feel the crew coming together. I began to feel that this voyage may be a success after all.
T'was not long before we were reminded of the true ownership of this gravel bar, and so we returned to our long boat for the voyage downstream. The downstream voyage, aided by a favoring current, was easy on us, and we voted to let Jr. (ballast) steer us back to port. He took the stern seat and did a fine job.
It had been quite a voyage with this greenhorn crew so recently snatched from their landlubber existence. We might have pushed farther, had they not eaten all the provisions, but perhaps this was enough for their shakedown cruise.
As captain, I see promise in this crew and hope to sail into other uncharted regions with them.
So ends this tale of wet, watery, wild Waccasassa exploration.