And there she was.
A lifelong dream fulfilled. Venatura. As she stood here ashore on supports, we could already see her submerged to the water line, under full sails. We could hear the halyards playing their songs in the wind, the splash of waves cut by the bow, and the screams of seagulls (well, the seagulls were real. Souris is a port city on an island. There are a lot of seagulls here).
breathtaking
It was a breathtaking view and a breathtaking moment. We saw her, and all of the adventures she would carry us toward flashed through our heads. And her size! It’s one thing to read the numbers in the spreadsheet, but it’s another to see her in person. The height of the rudder blade alone was higher than the height of a grown man!
We tried to get onboard, but the ladder we had on ourselves proved to be too short. After some time looking among the locals, we managed to find one with enough height. When we boarded her, we got another wave of premonition about her future. Her interior, at this point, didn’t look like much. But in our minds, we saw her renewed and in her full glory. With a full complement of crew moving around, laughing, talking, and engaging in their daily duties.
engine
The engine bay looked much better than we expected. We don’t know if it’s running, and it’s impossible to assess the engine at first glance, but it looks like all of the parts are in their places. We half-expected the engine bay to be a mess, maybe even missing an engine at all. And yet here it is. We have something to work with.
logbook
In the capitan’s quarters, we found the logbook. We sure hope to add a lot of entries to it. The first of them being the journey home, through the Atlantic, back to the sunny (and by sunny, we mean rainy) coasts of Ireland.
But first of all we need to get her seaworthy. Check the journal on our website and our socials for updates!
