You
You
You
should be approaching Australian orders by now after a rough old time rounding the Cape of Goodhug.
Our neck of the woods should be a welcome bout of sun for the old skipper.
Oh, $800.
$756, naughting a mile, south-south-west remand.
Oh, great white country.
The footsteps of Chichester, where his front-runner Robin Knox Johnson has now officially been declared winner
on the Golden Globe Solar Round the World Race.
$18,000.
$18,000.
Ow!
See you.
Christ.
Oh.
Fucker!
Fucker! Fucker!
Fucker!
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Bill King.
Great.
Hold by great white.
Hold damage.
Winds shifting.
Damage prohibits coarse grudge.
Heading south.
Getting chilly.
0700 yards, 921 nautical miles south-south-west remand.
25 degrees Fahrenheit.
Signs of frostbite.
1,000 yards, 921 nautical miles south-south-west remand.
1,000 yards, 921 nautical miles south-south remand.
The breathless beauty of the wheeling stars.
The flaming glory of the northern lights.
Piled up, evolving, under shot by sun.
Sailor, give hail.
These works are your budget.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
I was very lucky to survive.
And I had never.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me all grail.
You had me.
