A storm came rolling in today at around 2 pm, the likes of which I've rarely seen. It swallowed up the Chicago skyline in giant swath of greyish black. It billowed up over the pier and when it finally started dumping rain, people ran shrieking for cover. It was quite something. We had to call our sail short, and so made it back to the dock just at 2, before the action started.
|Tiki Masala on skewers and Basmati rice cooked with |
A Sea of FacesOn Thursday, not long after our arrival, a young refugee deckhand from Mammoth joined our ranks. I call her Mouse because she has a teeny tiny voice for a tall ship sailor. Then last night when Eve and I came back to the ship there were two more faces. "Who are all these strange people on our boat?" I exclaimed.
|Palak Paneer and the rice (again).|
It's a lot of change to take in during my last weeks. I almost didn't want to give them names. You, dear reader, will hardly get to know them (because of course, neither will I). But who knows? Maybe they will say and do extraordinary things in the next 15 days. Like, for example, when Burns asked about our mail drop situation because he had forgotten his special... fork. Yep, uh-huh.
|Naan bread and a cupful of butter.|
BreakfastOnce again, the crew was welcome to get breakfast hosted by Navy Pier - hurrah!
Mango and raisin chutney