We're sitting at the dock in Cape Canaveral getting ready to go out for "box maneuvers," the only type of sailoring I'm gonna see on this boat.... as I've described before, box maneuvers consist of going out into the ocean and going round and round, back and forth, as directed, for little to no apparent reason. So below are some pictures of life on a ship when said ship sits most of her time made fast to the land, because there just isn't a lot to say.
|My chariot- after my 12 hours of work I often escape|
the ship and pretend I'm a normal person.
|This is the unlicensed crew mess hall.|
|Cape Canaveral pelicans at night.|
|An endless stream of gigantic passenger vessels passes|
within 1/4 mile of our bow as they arrive and depart the port.
|A "polka-dotted wasp moth," or an "uncle sam bug," a|
harmless moth that did not look harmless when it confronted
me on my chariot.
|The ship's gym.|
|This is the inside of the gangway's guard shack, the place|
I spend 8 hours a day, from midnight to 0800.
|"Sea Smoke" on the warm water when the temperature|
dropped all the way down to 47! one night this past week.
|I had to.|
|A ghost crab of the Space Coast variety...|
|A sunrise off the port bow- not visible from my guard shack,|
so I have stopped posting sunrise photos each morning
to facebook as I did when we were at the shipyard in
Charleston and my view of the rising sun was unimpeded.