When things looked like they couldn’t get any better the wind died. The YC, in command of YE, were sailing the ship beautifully across the north Tassie coast, passed Launceston (pronounced LONsesston – thanks Heather) and Port Sorrell (where the Nav’s parents have a home), and toward Devonport and were on time in reaching their destination. As the day wore on they were worked better and better as a team. For only a few hours an engine was started and at 0400 hours the wind rose and they were able to sail to the place we now lie at anchor.Phew. Upon arrival, the Beach Assault Team cajoled 19 beach goers into singing the National Anthem with them as they claimed a beach for the Youth of Australia. Then it was time for the debrief. A lot of good lessons were learned as the Day was reflected on. I am sure this YC will leave having discovered what it takes to be successful team players and they should leave the ship on Saturday feeling proud of their achievements. This afternoon we headed to the nearest beach for a sports carnival – and the staffies won again….without cheating.Tomorrow, Friday, we will sail into port and take some guests from Devonport sailing who would not normally get the chance to sail in Young Endeavour. It’s always a fun day.No youth crew entry tonight – they’re too tired and besides that they’re having too much fun…Stay tunedAndrew Davis
CO's LOG Thursday 10 Jan 02Current situation at 1800: We arrived. Command Day successful. At anchor of Mersey Bluff, near Devonport. Wind northerly at 10 knots. Temp 20C.
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