Written by Azra T., Mate on Graytful
The rays of sunlight were filtered through the clouds as the sun rose on the morning of July fourth. Campers and counsels rose to meet the day, though a but dreary, a bright afternoon was in the air and a sense of a bit of “looking forward” to was floating around the air in graytful. Campers and counsels alike ate a hardy breakfast of pancakes and berries. Bellys filled and spirits rising, off we all set, Graytful, newt, pacify and snowcat to snorkel longs bay. Sierra and foxtrot contributed to some very important citizen science “coral watch” to monitor coral health in the Bvis.
The rest of the fleet snorkelled and enjoyed the natural butty of the island. As the rays of dawn sifted to shine straight down instead of at an angle Graytful began to prep for challenge say sail. The crew rallied and began doing pre departure checks. In this process it was discovered that there was a ship wreck underneath Graytful. The ghosts of past seaman began to give the crew the hibijeebies and the mooring ball was dropped in record time and out to sea we went, fleeing from the watery wreck that haunted the waters.
Skipper liv, assisted by myles, mate orly and navigator Emily, manned the ship as it entered into the rough waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Seagulls flew around the boat and dolphins leep from waters… Isla tamed a seagull and named it Burt. Feeding it scraps of mouldy bread. Burt soon left for greener pastures and so did Graytful as they absolutely SMASHED challenge day and arrived at bitter end with time to spare. picking up a mooring ball with ease a dance party soon began and onlookers watched in awe.
Arthur (Student on Graytful) : “At the anchoring field we started at today, there happened to be a shipwreck underneath Graytful, and it was super cool.”
Michael (Student on Newton’s Law) : “Although the skies were pretty dim, it was still really fun, and we saw loads of jellies and touched a moon jelly, which was really cool. Happy 4th of July!”
Dinner, cleaning, the lose of a sponge to Burt and his friends, the retrieval of said sponge from the thieving birds, and finally and soda social on the beeches of bitter end. Ice cream was consumed and volleyball volleyed. Back to boats, power down and all asleep all before 10pm.
