Thursday, August 07, 2008

Pacific Cup '08 - Quoth the Booby



It is Scott's watch. Late afternoon. Scott is sitting in the companionway watching for squalls. Otto the autopilot is at the helm. The captain and first mate are sleeping below. I am in the cockpit, back resting on the bulkhead, facing aft, listening to Amy Winehouse "Back to Black" on the iPod, and watching a big sea bird circle the boat. The bird corrects course in mid-air, matches the speed of the boat, and lands above the transom sitting on the rescue kit mounted to the lifeline.
So there he is, less than 10 feet away. I am looking at him. He is looking at me. We are looking at each other. The bird decides I am no threat and starts preening and grooming himself. Blue beak with orange at the base of the beak. White body with some gray. Feet are webbed, yellow orange, like a duck. [I took pictures of course, and will update this post with same when we get back to the land of the big intertubes. In the meantime feel free to ID the bird - Deb guesses from the description it is a Blue Beaked Booby.]
The bird and I stared at each other for almost 30 minutes as Morpheus pounded through the swells. Then it got weird. The bird talked. You know - like a parrot. Now I don't expect anyone to believe this, I almost didn't believe it myself. But I was there, and the bird was clear as a bell.
As I look at the bird, I recall the story told by the race crew of something that took place only a week or so ago, at just about this distance from Hawaii. My understanding is that Pete was at helm, and he was attacked by a large seabird. The bird dive bombed Pete several times, each sweep coming closer until the bird's wing feathers were brushing against Pete on each pass. This was no ordinary bird, as Pete swears he saw the glowing red light of malevolent evil shining out of its eye sockets. It was a demon bird, sent from the gates of Hell itself, or maybe from Hula Girl (everyone knows that Cayard sold his soul to the devil - aka Larry Ellison). Fearing for his own everlasting soul, Pete cut short his watch, and scrambled below. There he waited until he was sure that the bird had left before coming back topside.
At least, that is how Pete tells the story. It sounds a bit different when related by other members of the crew. Ask them.
But I wondered, could this be the same bird?
Finally the bird tired of my company and left, but the spoken words emanating from his beak were still ringing in my ears. I was so shaken that I could not sleep, and was moved to describe the episode in verse:
Quoth The Booby
(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
Upon the Morpheus, after main sail tending,
I sat and pondered the night watch pending.
While I lounged in the 'pit - too well fed -
I heard a flapping, just above my head.
There I saw a seabird soar
flap again and land on the transom floor.
The sun and salt spray burned my eyes,
But with no worrisome impending gybes,
we stared at each other - me and the bird so bold -
A blue beaked booby with eyes so cold.
"Speak!" I said, "What do you seek?"
Quoth the Booby - "Where is Pete?"

x-posted at MW Mobile Blog and Morpheus Sailing Blog.
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:53 PM

    OK - no more Magic Mushroom's for this man ! Or at least not till he reaches the Mainland !

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  2. Anonymous7:20 PM

    i can see that the rule about no liqour on ocean voyages has been lifted

    bob

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  3. Anonymous11:38 PM

    we want to hear scott's opinion of the trip so far.

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  4. Anonymous11:58 PM

    test

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  5. Anonymous11:28 AM

    You forgot to add that Pete was crying at the time of the attack. Like a little school girl.
    -JC

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  6. Anonymous1:19 PM

    I have a few questions regarding the description of this bird. If you answer yes to ALL of the following then it is the same bird that attacked me.

    1. Was there foam coming from the birds mouth?
    2. Did the birds claws look like a set of steak knives?
    3. Was the wingspan of the bird greater than 10 feet?
    4. Did you see anything that look like devil horns and a long tail?

    If you answer no to any of the above questions then it’s just a seagull.

    Pete

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