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Making Southing

Until this point, the ship’s log has been kept by the watch officers while the ship is underway. Starting today, trainees are filling in a rough log after their turn on helm. They’re learning that we record our position every hour, on the hour, and that we also make hourly notes on true wind direction and force, swell height and swell direction, barometric pressure, visibility and weather including clouds. Of course they all have to learn how to make all these assessments. They have a bit of experience from doing this on night watches in Lunenburg, but now that we are at sea there is much more keep an eye and now they get to learn how it’s all properly observed and recorded.

This is our second full day of motoring consistently southward. Some wind has picked up, but it’s from the direction we want to go. According to the forecast, it is supposed to back towards the east, making it much more useable for us. We continue to check in with Herb of Southbound II for his weather forecast broadcast daily on the single side band radio for vessels at sea in the North Atlantic, the weather fax consistently spits out drawings of North Atlantic wind and wave and surface forecasts and we’re getting weather by email as well. Somewhere around 25-26 north latitude we should pick up some tradewinds. With all the other vessels we heard Captain Tom Gallant in the mighty Schooner Avenger north of Bermuda bound for Lunenburg too.

Chibley seems to be back to her usual cool indifference, stalking around the deck and experimenting with naps in different bunks. We had a small bird as a passenger for most of yesterday afternoon, flying around the ship and landing on the transom to rest between flights. Chibley was unaware of our feathered passenger, which is just as well. She is pretty hard on small birds.

Donald made one of his specialties for breakfast – meat doughnuts – these are Grenadian/West Indian specialty. They are called “bakes”. You may wonder how meat and doughnuts go together, but it’s like a jelly filled doughnut, except the jelly is corned beef. There were cheese doughnuts for the vegetarians, and this morning the doughnuts were accompanied by oatmeal and sliced cantaloupe. Lunch featured one of my favourite Donald soups, rich with beans, potatoes and squash, along with homemade bread, pasta salad and leftover pasta with tomato sauce. Apart from headwinds the weather is fine and seas aren’t big either. So everything is good.

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High Pressure Near Bermuda

Captain’s Log – High Pressure near Bermuda

Tuesday May 18, 2010

Maggie Ostler

Around 2000 last night the nice NW sailing wind we were experiencing gave up altogether; so we took in and furled all sail and fired up the main engine to push on southward. We’re sitting under a high pressure system with little wind currently and little prospect of wind coming in the near future, so we’re making tracks for where the wind is. This is typical of the area around Bermuda.

Motoring like this isn’t so bad – the sun is still shining, the sky is blue with occasional light puffs of clouds and the water becomes a more vibrant turquoise blue by the day. It is good weather to get work done and laundry taken care of. There is the constant thrum and gentle vibration of the mighty B&W Alpha and a lack of white canvas overhead, but we’re doing okay. We’re hoping to see the first signs of trade winds in about 300nm, the sweet consistent winds that will carry us around the world.

There’s a gentle adjustment to warmer weather happening, the temperature rising by a few degrees daily. At 1300 the thermometer in the charthouse reports that it’s 24 degrees Celsius. We’re seeing more bare arms and legs as the crew don t-shirts, tank tops and shorts, shoes are disappearing but wisely folks are starting to wear hats and make sunscreen application part of their daily routine. The sea is also about 24 degrees Celsius (78 degrees F), not so bad.

Chibley was not seen on deck at all this morning, I think she’s still suffering embarrassment from yesterday. In celebration of Norwegian national day, Nadja made Chibley a t-shirt that says “I love Norwegian fish” on the back. For those of you who know her, getting Chibley to even wear her collar can be a challenge, so the t-shirt really made her cranky. From the time Nadja dressed her before the parade until about 2030 when Julie found her hiding in a corner of the companionway and removed the offending clothing, Chibley disappeared from view entirely. I don’t think she’s over it yet. She was squawking at the Captain about this in his cabin last night.

Donald continues to work miracles in the galley. This morning’s breakfast was scrambled eggs, whole wheat rolls, oatmeal and sliced cantaloupe. Donald even carved a fancy sunburst into one cantaloupe rind and the word “love” into another. Good presentation makes yummy things taste even better. Lunch was giant hamburgers on fresh baked whole wheat buns with cranberries, and a bit of veggie pizza for the non-meat-eaters. For supper is a big huge roast, with broccoli, potatoes and more whole wheat rolls.

Georgie and Via on the upper tops l brace
Leonard on the fore brace

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Norwegian National Day

Captain’s Log

Monday May 17, 2010

Maggie Ostler

Another beautiful day in our little barque. Before supper yesterday the Captain held a muster on the quarterdeck to explain the weather outlook to all hands, breaking the news that the wind was likely to die out, requiring us to fire up the mighty Burmeister & Wain Alpha diesel engine and push south for two or three days until we can find the wind again. The wind has held on through today, between Force 3 and 4, keeping us sailing along between 3 and 5 knots per hour.

With it being Monday, it’s time for ship’s work to begin again. Under the direction of bosun WT, there were a number of different projects underway today. Liam, Shawn, Katie and Michael were all working on the long boat at different points, sanding, then tacking down and painting. Fred was greasing turnbuckles, Niko and Nadia were helping chief mate Michael replace a serving on the standing end of a halyard pennant. The ash capstan bars were being scraped, the caulking around the galley house roof was being overhauled, and the skylight on the quarterdeck was being rust-busted and primed.

Throughout the day, anticipation was high for the Norwegian National Day celebrations which started at 1700. Everyone dressed in red, blue and white, (in our flag book there are 42 countries with red, white and blue as their national colors) and under the direction of our two Norwegian crew, Siri and Johanna, there was a parade around the deck, from the well deck to the quarterdeck, past the viewing stand with the Captain, mate, cook and engineer, past the helm, and back down to the cargo hatch amidships. The 4 to 8 watch were all dressed like Norwegian ski jumpers and presented their ski jumping dance, the 12 to 4 watch were dressed to showcase all things Norwegian (including the king and queen, the midnight sun, and the Edward Munch painting of the Scream) and the 8 to 12 watch sang a song about their favourite parts of Norway. Following the presentations, there was a traditional Norwegian potato-on-a-spoon race that also involved an element of trivia about Norway. Donald presented the typical Norwegian national day dinner, hot dogs and potato salad – yep, that’s what Siri said is traditional.

The crew have set the bar quite high for celebrating special occasions. We have lots of opportunities to celebrate – with an international crew representing nine different countries, there will be plenty of occasions.

8 to 12 loves Norway
Foc sle won the grand prize!
Norwegian Ski Jumping Team aka the 4 to 8 watch

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Gale Finis

Gale Finis

0700 34-58N / 061-04W – winds NWLY at force 4-5, seas 4-6’, Chibley hungry

Captain Daniel D. Moreland

Morning came in with clouds breaking up and the day making up fair and handsome. Last night the gale force winds veered into a more NWly slant and laid down nicely along with the largish seas – with the coming of dawn the 4-8 watch loosed and set all sail up to the t’gallants and down-rigged safety man-ropes and nets. Now the watch is washing down the decks and deck houses, fresh watering things off, getting rid of crusty salt, opening hatches and portholes getting everything aired out.

1100 – yards just off square – all sail set and drawing – sun beating down yet still gently – a picture perfect day at sea, the first of many to come we suspect – blue sky with small white puffy clouds sailing along with us over head. Dark blue seas maybe 4-5 feet high with a smattering of frosty white caps foaming off their tops – a 45’ sloop came over the horizon the starboard bearing a German flag and sailed about as close under our bow as one could dare, then headed off the east – maybe heading for Azores. We were standing by for evasive maneuvering. Just before noon today we were also joined by a lone bat valiantly remaining aloft, I fear its prognosis is not good. And a small black butterfly, 240 miles ENE of Bermuda out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. With sunlight on the hatch this Sunday afternoon crew have taken to reading, napping, oiling boots, taking bucket baths, maybe a few haircuts, trying out being barefoot, getting a little sun. Tomorrow is Norwegian National Day – as we have two Norwegians they will instruct us in its proper observance. It is a great day to be at sea in our barque.


1400 – It’s Donald’s day off, so that means that there are guest chefs in the galley. Breakfast was cranberry muffins, poached eggs, porridge and fruit. Lunch, cooked by Siri, Johanna and Nadja, had a European flair – crepes with cheese, veggies and bacon, and heart-shaped waffles in plain, chocolate, banana and cheese. WT appears to have supper under control, although I’m not yet sure what he’s making. One trainee from each watch is assigned to galley duty each day, so Johanna from 12-4, Tiina from 4-8 and Lorraine from 8-12 are the galley assistants du jour.

It’s amazing how quickly the seas have laid down after the gale. Everyone is taking advantage of the good weather by being on deck, relaxing, reading, fishing (although not catching yet), writing in journals, studying their handbooks and working on small projects. Today was laundry day for a few of the crew, washing their clothes in buckets of salt water on deck with a final rinse in fresh, so the laundry lines above the well deck are full of clean laundry and assorted other clothing drying out after being drenched by seas and spray yesterday.

About an hour ago, a family of sea turtles was spotted off the stern. Yet another sign that we’re heading in the right direction. After crossing the Gulf Stream, the crew are now dressed for warm weather – even a few folks in shorts. The current air temperature is 20 degrees Celsius and the sunshine almost makes me forget that two days ago we were bundled up in long underwear, hats, mittens and scarves. I guess we have earned our way to this tropical voyage.

Dan, Liam and Jan reading and fishing
Rebecca and laundry on the well deck

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In the Gulf Stream

In the Gulf Stream

Captain Daniel D. Moreland

At 0700 this Friday AM we are at 37-10N / 063-27W we are in the stream, predictably lumpy and uncomfortable but not too bad, seas 10’-14’– winds Wly at @ 20 /25kts – we are making 8 knots steering SEly towards a point east of 32N/60W – low overcast – good for the gang to have some moderate lumps right about now, see what the sea is really about, and makes the trade-winds all the sweeter – all fine aboard – only a couple folks sea-sick, not too bad at all except for them, would expect more to be suffering mal-de-mer, Chibley has expelled her one traditional south-bound up-chuck – ship snug as a bug in a rug, making good time towards better weather. Hot comforting porridge coming out of the galley. Siri calls her wet plastered hair her “Force 7 Hair Style”.

Jon on helm in the Gulf Stream
Sophie, Lorraine, Jo and Paula on watch

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1819 Atlantic Time

38-23N / 64-40W – 1819 Atlantic time

Captain Daniel D. Moreland

Things have been fine so far – conditions fair to moderate, not bad at all. Now the Picton Castle is about 360 miles south of Lunenburg and about 480 miles east of the Delaware Bay and right up to the edge or ‘north wall’ of the Gulf Stream – it really is a river in the ocean – we will be crossing most of it tonight – winds went light and then ahead so we have stowed sail and are pushing under power steering SE – we are expecting some breeze tomorrow and then hopefully a wind shift to the NW which is just what we want – that should carry us close to the tradewinds but probably not before we motor through some calms on the latitude of Bermuda – the ship is well lashed and stowed, crew are getting their sea legs – Chibley is working her charm for small bits of meat. Cabbage, roast potatoes, some fine cut of beef, green salad and walnut ginger cake for supper – lunch was a rich lentil stew and fresh herb bread.

Maggie Ostler reporting…

Weather seems to be the theme of this passage, from discussions in the charthouse of the latest weather forecasts and analysis, to idle chat on the aloha deck where Sophie’s brave transition into sandals was admired by some and shocking to others. The water temperature has risen significantly since we left Lunenburg – it was 6 degrees Celsius then, went up to about 20 degrees last night and has been hovering around 15 degrees this morning. We haven’t crossed the Gulf Stream yet, but that time is coming soon.

As we hope for warmer weather, the crew are getting used to the routine of life aboard. They’re getting to know the characteristics of a good wake-up call, how to walk on deck while the ship is moving, where all the lines are in the dark, how to keep a good lookout, which way to stow their belongings in their bunk so they don’t get klonked by stuff falling off their bunk shelves in the middle of the night, and how to steer our little barque. By necessity the learning curve is pretty steep in the first few days at sea – our gang all seem to be getting it and are working well together. Very pleasing to see.

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Blue Skies, Blue Seas

Captain’s Log – Blue Skies, Blue Seas

Thursday May 13, 2010

By Maggie Ostler

Things just feel right this morning. As I sit here in the ship’s office in the charthouse I can see a sliver of sunlight through the office window, the white capped ocean is a rich deep blue-green, the GPS in the charthouse tells me we’re sailing along at about 6 knots and our true course is 180 degrees. I can hear the gentle tap of chipping hammers as the 8-12 watch are overhauling the pelican hook for the starboard anchor, the hum of the generator which runs every morning to make electricity (and charge our batteries so we only have run the generator 6 hours a day) and the lap and swish of water as the Picton Castle’s hull moves through the seas. Just now trainee Joanna is reporting to Chief Mate Michael that she was relieved on the helm and soon trainee Jon, who was on lookout, will be reporting his ship check. Although I can’t see from here, I know that tops’ls and t’gallants, the main topmast stays’l and inner and outer jibs are set. Lorraine and Tammy are sitting on the hatch talking, Bosun WT is in the carpenter’s shop working on a project, Dave is napping on the aloha deck, there are sweet smells of curry coming out of the galley and I haven’t had a cell phone in my pocket for 24 hours. This is the way it should be.

Weather-wise, all is going as expected. Second mate Rebecca checked in with Herb of Southbound II, the North Atlantic weather guru, on the single sideband radio yesterday afternoon. He confirmed our own analysis of weather maps, that we should slow down and let the approaching low pass to the south of us, then wait for the NNW wind to fill in from the back side of it. From about 1700 yesterday to 0300 today, we drifted and waited. The wind started to come up then, and by 0800 we had a good Force 5 wind from the NNW to push us farther south.

The water temperature has risen since we left Lunenburg – it was about 6 degrees Celsius then, and now we’re up to about 10 degrees. It’s still not warm yet, and there’s plenty of speculation about when we’ll cross the Gulf Stream. I’m currently wearing three long-sleeve shirts, a hoodie, long johns, jeans, thick wool socks, foulie boots, a scarf and a toque (that’s a winter hat, for all you non-Canadians) and my foulie jacket is standing by to cut the wind when I go out on deck. Dressing for night watches reminds me of little kids in snowsuits – crew can’t quite put their arms down because they’re wearing so many layers, and between foulie pants and harnesses, one must use the head before dressing and hope not to have to pee again for the next four hours. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate, soup and instant oatmeal is being consumed in mass quantities in an effort to be warm on the inside.

Rebecca and the 12-4 watch spotted a whale yesterday afternoon that breached four times. Before supper, a pod of dolphins, which we later determined were Atlantic whitesided dolphins, swam past the ship to check out the stern, but didn’t stick around long enough to play (or long enough for me to get my camera). We’ve put the cetacean identification book in the chart house, and hopefully we’ll have lots of occasions to have to refer to it. It’s good to be at sea again.

Joani overhauls a turnbuckle
Shawn on helm with Jo
Under sail Thursday morning

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Sailing From The ‘Burg

Captain’s Log – Sailing from the ‘Burg

1640 May 11, 2010 – 20 miles due south of Lunenburg, bound for Panama

By Captain Daniel Moreland

We have taken all sail in and fired up the main engine. That big old Danish diesel is pushing us along at 6.5 knots just now. We are steering SW in smooth seas and a light westerly breeze. Steering for just east of Georges Banks to sneak around a rapidly moving low pressure system headed this way. It can be useful to ride down the back side of one of those…Light overcast skies and cool temps this evening have all hands pretty bundled up in jackets, scarves and mittens – in mid May – it really isn’t all that cold but at sea it usually feels cooler than it is.

Our new Picton Castle gang arrived in Lunenburg about a month ago to begin their process of becoming deepwater square-rig mariners. Their first surprise was to find that their ship going up on the slipways as they arrived. Well, it wasn’t a complete surprise, we had let them know that our dry-docking had been delayed a few weeks. The ship would be up a week for bottom cleaning, inspections, bottom painting and sundry other things that need to be done in dry-dock from time to time. The gang settled down in bunks on two fine former Lunenburg fishing vessels – both scruffy and worn from years at sea on the outside but comfy on the inside. At the end of that week the Picton Castle came happily down with fresh bottom paint, back to our berth at Adams & Knickle which had been graciously hosting us for the winter.

For the next three weeks, under the direction of Chief Mate Michael, the crew cleaned the ship, stowed the ship, sent topmasts aloft, crossed yards, sent up gaffs and booms, sent up some 300 blocks, rove off new manila running rigging, bent sail, overhauled the four ships boats, packed books for distribution to schools in the South Pacific and Africa, set up their bunks as new homes, learned about washing dishes for 50, lashing things, learned all sorts of new terms, trained and drilled for emergencies such as fire-fighting, man-over-board, abandon ship, damage control, heavy weather set-up with stretch-lines, nets – They have also heard a lot about how to prevent and avoid any such emergencies…and they have been bracing the yards, setting and taking in sails, again and again. They have also been exercising in our wonderful 23’ double-ended pulling boat known as the Monomoy, and generally getting familiar with our various small boats. Small boats are an excellent and complimentary seamanship training component for a ship like ours, and small boats are fun too.

A couple days before our intended date of departure it was time for official drills and inspections. Both our flag state surveyor and an inspector from Transport Canada spent much of a day going through the ship, checking her out in fine detail, studying her documents, safety equipment & installations, and putting the crew through their safety drills to asses the ships (and the crews) sea preparedness. As expected, the gang did well and the ship did so as well. With ship and crew ready for sea, stowed, all new certificates, heaps of orientation under our belts we had gales predicted for the weekend, so we put off sailing until Monday. With a nice crowd of friends and well-wishers led by his esteemed worship Mayor Laurence Mawhinney sent us on our way with a blessing. With the ship bow in we backed around into the channel against a stern spring, Logan pushed the bow around with our 20’ Cape Islander, we set lower topsails and slipped out into the harbour with many loud fishing vessels horns ablowing – After testing the radars every day for a week they blinked off. After trying this and that in conference with our tech help, well just about at the Ovens and Cross Island, I just turned the Picton Castle around and we came to anchor to get this sorted – this was done by our very capable radar genius but it was late so another night in Lunenburg but at anchor. The next morning with Nadja at the wheel, the gang loosed all sail and in cool and light NWly breezes heaved the starboard anchor up and sailed their barque off the hook under full sail and out the main channel of beautiful Lunenburg Harbour, past Battery Point, Long Shoal, Sculpin Shoal and then past Cross Island and out into the Atlantic ocean bound for Panama. Scallop Fisherman Tenacity 1 was steaming inbound as we made our way to sea, much waving back and forth as these ships passed.

The 4-8 watch just braced the yards around to the starboard tack. The watch officer is listening to everyone’s favorite single sideband weather routing prognosticator, Herb of “South Bound II”. Donald is in his galley conjuring up a fine, big belly filling supper – just checked – curly pasta and marinara sauce, a kind of spicy burger steak, salad and fresh bread sticks. Hands on watch are resetting some staysails and studying their lines. Chibley the cat is making her rounds. Sun is breaking through the low clouds off to the west.

Battery Point under the mains l
Nadja on helm leaving Lunenburg take two
rsz three cheers for lunenburg
Sailing off the hook in Lunenburg harbour

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Chibley’s Log, 2nd edition


Editor’s note: Here we offer Chibley’s second set of log entries. To be sure, this is not her second log as these clearly represent three separate log entries, although we cannot say with precision exactly to which days she is actually referring. We suppose that does not matter.


It was hot today, hot all day, hot, hot, hot! Except for me, I was cool. I snoozed in the shade after I slept in the warm light. I like them, shade and light. It’s nice to be hot. It’s nice to be cool. When it was dark I went into the big guy’s room and took a snooze on some deliciously smelly old clothes. Mushed ‘em all around until they were just right and then I napped. All the peeps should have such a nice pile of nice smelling old clothes to nap on. In the young peeps’ home they have lots of smelly clothes but they don’t always smell so nice. And there’s lots of black gooey sticky stuff on their clothes. Not so nice to sleep on for me. They seem to like it. Oh well. I purred for awhile. Later I had some food from a bowl and some water too. It was good. Took a look around, everything was okay. Some of the peeps wanted to pass their front hands down my nice fur. Seems a shame they don’t have so much of their own fur. I wonder why ? Their no fur having skin is nice for rubbing down my beautiful fur so it’s not so bad, really.

Editor’s note: In this log entry, Chibley reveals that she enjoys both warm and cool. In the interests of free speech we have not edited out her somewhat untoward comment about the pile of dirty laundry in the captain’s cabin . She is innocent of evil intent, we believe, at least in this isolated case.


It was windy today and my home leaned over. Sometimes it does that. Small bits of water, the salty kind, spits over the edge of my home and makes me a little bit wet. Sometimes it makes the peeps really wet. They make all sorts of funny noises when that happens. Peeps are funny. One of the peeps up-chucked and I thought how nice that was for them. Up-chucking always makes me feel good. The peeps must like it when that happens. Ate some food from a bowl.

Editor’s note: Apparently there was a great deal of hilarious squealing when a dash of spray took those standing amidships by surprise. Here, also, Chibley shares her feline satisfaction with that feline homeopathic purgative.


Cold today so I went to one of my warm places to snooze. I have many, many fine places to snooze at my home. Mostly the peeps snooze in the same spots all the time, not always though. Sometimes they snooze in other spots. The peeps are messing with new ropes today. They smell nice. And the peep who makes all the sails put some nice soft sails out for me to relax on. He is a nice peep, always doing nice things like that for me. I don’t up-chuck on his nice sails though, seems a bad thing so I don’t do that. Ate some food from a bowl and had some water too. My friend who makes the food for the peeps gave me some wonderful yummy things.

Editor’s note: In this entry Chibley reveals a high level of discernment and points to her understanding that somehow people are just la ittle bit different than cats.

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Chibley’s Log

chibs on rail

Introduction by D. Moreland

It is a difficult thing to write a preamble for chronicles of such an internationally well-known character as Chibley the Cat of the Barque Picton Castle. So well known is she on every continent and at so many far-flung islands that I tremble at the task before me. But as the one selected for this intimidating task it falls to me to do my best at this, which is both an honour and a challenge. Now, mind you, cats can’t write, you probably knew this already and it pains me to point this out but for the sake of journalistic integrity, such a rarefied commodity these days, and for the sake of full disclosure, I must make this clear for those who might otherwise indulge in some cute anthropomorphic silliness. Cats can’t write and being a cat nor can Chibley. That said, this cat, and I dare say most other cats who find themselves domiciled in cohabitation with those on two legs and of scant fur, have ways of making their feelings and, yes, thoughts, perfectly well known. So what we have here is sort of a channeling of our esteemed feline’s point of view in her words as best as we can discern them. Anyone who has sailed shipmates (that’s about 1,000 of you out there) with her will tell you that there is little, if any doubt about her thoughts and usually without much, if any, divination. Chibley does not beat around the bush. But she still can’t write. So her most trusted associates have been called upon, without attribution, to write for her, opposable thumbs being wonderful things as well as these shipmates being literate; something Chibley, being a cat, is not.

Chibley came from the S.H.A.I.D. animal shelter near Lunenburg and joined her ship in autumn 1997. The captain went to the shelter to see about a cat to sail with them on their first voyage around the world. At the shelter Chibley sat up straight and licked her paws and whiskers while many of the other cats meowed and made lots of undignified noises and performed gyrations designed to get attention. She then looked up and said “I will go with you”. And so she did. Since that day Chibley has sailed close to 200,000 miles on four voyages around the entire world and Europe and Africa just recently. She has eaten her share of flying fish on trade-wind passages in the tropics, dispatched any number of birds (sad to say, but she is a cat) and enjoyed perfect health. The only times she has gone away from the ship are when well meaning people have picked her up as a friendly stray; this in spite of her numerous tags of identification on her collar associating her with the ship. This occurred once in Halifax and more recently in Bergen, Norway where the quest of locating her and returning her to the ship became nation-wide news in the TV and newspapers and a spirited public mission. Sometimes we wonder if she is not just a little bit of a media hound, er, feline.

Well, this is not entirely true. One time in the southern Indian Ocean, Chibley went off on her own we think. The Picton Castle was alongside at an island. It was very hot and she took off for a couple of days but came back before we sailed. There were some fishing boats nearby. Maybe they smelled yummy. Maybe she wanted some cool shade at night. Who knows? She didn’t say. After worrying the crew sick she just ambled back aboard, tail forming a furry undulating question mark as she ever so casually made her way up the gangway at midnight. She seemed oddly and inordinately pleased with herself, but she divulged nothing of her movements or adventures. From time to time we are asked why we do not, for her safety, lock her up in every port when alongside. The answer is simple; she is her own cat and she looks after herself quite well and we figured that out. Why do people who have cats in the house all do the same thing and never let their cats out? For the same reason, yet many cats are done in by cars while wandering freely outside. Which is safer? Living near a road with cars whizzing by or visiting a dock from time to time, say four times a year? Besides, Chibs is smart about such things. In truth, and she would not want this to get around, we do, in countries where it is required, incarcerate her in some location of the ship and keep her absolutely onboard. This, which she makes quite plain, she does not like at all. We are also often asked if she is the ship’s cat (or horrors, ‘mascot’); we say yes, sort of, but more better to say that the Picton Castle is Chibley’s ship.

So off we go here to attempt to chronicle Chibley’s remarkable sea-going life, the life of a sea cat. She who has licked more saltwater off her tail than any thousand lesser sailors have wrung out of their socks is putting forth her story here, personally for the first time. Do not expect a linear chronological narrative, this is a cat speaking a cat’s story and linear. Well, cats, it seems, just look at things a little differently; So, for our collective illumination and enlightenment, and even though she cannot write, here is Chibley’s Log. We trust that we will receive further installments as the spirit moves her…

Chibley’s Log – by herself; Chibley The Cat

Today – ate some food from a bowl, had some water too. Walked around home, see what’s going on. Not much right now. Home was still, dark and quiet and we had land tied up to us again which has been happening more than normal lately. The big hot Yellow was gone from the blue and I saw the sparkles up there. That happens a lot. Been a lot of grey fuzzy for awhile though recently. I had already gone on the land and sniffed it. Not so interesting, no fish, no burgers, no cats, a lot of peeps, a little bit of green grass so I chewed that and up-chucked and then I felt better. Felt good before but always feel good after a good up-chucking, don’t you? It was nice for the moment and not too many peeps about in the dark so snoozed on the hatch in case any of my friends needed to rub my belly. Sometimes they need to do that it seems and I kind of like it most the time.

Editor’s note: In the above account Chibley is referring to the Picton Castle’s stay in the lovely Cape Breton seaport of Sydney – “home” is of course, the Picton Castle. “Dark” is because it was night time most likely. Cats do not seem to make such a big distinction between night and day we don’t think.

Today – we had a get together of all the peeps at my home. I like it when the peeps do that, don’t really know why they do that but it is most likely to admire me. I let them. There is no bad in it. Then all the peeps pull in the big ropes, the big noise shakes my home and the land goes away. Then I went to the warm food place to see if there was something nice for me there. My friend who lives there sometimes has nice things to munch for me – I bring him things too, it’s only fair. Bits of Fish, very exciting! Up high there is no Big Blue but all is grey and fuzzy. This has been happening a lot lately. I hope it gets better but I don’t mind. I ate some food from a bowl and drank some water too.

Editor’s note: Here we believe Chibley is referring to a morning muster where the captain and / or mate describe upcoming events.These are common events. Chibley almost always attends these musters amidships around the canvas-covered cargo hatch, surrounded by the crew, after which it is pretty clear that the ship got under way. We think that she is also referring to fog and overcast skies in the above. She is more accustomed to the tropics. She seems to refer to her shipmates and all humans as “peeps.” Special peeps she calls ‘my friend’.

Today – still making noise but home is steady. Big Hot Yellow is back up in Big Blue. That’s nice. I can smell land getting close to us. I like how it smells. I wonder what land is coming to us? Maybe there will be burgers…

Editor’s note: The ship motored over smooth seas sailing from Sydney. When the Picton Castle approaches land from the sea, Chibley can often be found on the main pin-rail ( she is nicely protected by the t’gallant rail) with her head raised and if you look closely you can see her nostrils twitching. She is sniffing the breeze off the land. The crew do much the same the same thing too. Breathing in the perfume of pines and spruce of Nova Scotia (or palms and Frangipani of Tahiti in the South Pacific) is like ambrosia to those coming in from the salt sea after a long ocean passage.

Today – All very exciting – new Land! My peeps make a nice thing for me to go onto the land with. It is very nice of them. I went on the new land that came up to us today. Many, many peeps on the land. All size peeps. The small peeps always get excited when they meet me. I let them touch me as I am very nice to touch. Sometimes there are dogs, but I make them stay away. Dogs are gross. Well, most of them. I have met some nice ones too. But I still make them stay away.

Editor’s note: Here Chibley refers to a gangway and children. She also mentions dogs for the first time and although like most self-respecting cats she holds for short truck with dogs, here she allows for the fact that she was once pretty good buddies in Lunenburg with Rocky the famous Dory Dog, a story in itself. Rocky kind of had a crush on her and Chibley makes allowances for sentient beings that worship her.

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