Pumping water in Spillersboda

It looks like the backend, the aft, of our new ship is starting to get used to be back in water. The pumps are now only pumping two thirds of the time. This is very good news. And even though there is days before she can be lifted of her trailer and float on her own, things are happening! Of course – We were about to burn down the whole boat last night, when an electrical fire broke out in the waterpump-pedal to our new bathroom sink. 

Looking at Harry Louella from FF Harry.

I kinda wish we were back in the old days. When boats were built in this shipyard – and more people than the two of us and the shipyard-master, Hasse, is up bright and early like today. A long time before the sun comes up. It’s strange how the long days of painting, wiring, pumping and screwing makes one want to get up in the morning. It is amazing to totally trying to learn how all the previous owners have all put in at least one cable or fix idea on how to solve a problem onboard before us.

This place was built in 1919 and had it’s grand glorious days between the 1930’s and 50’s. Spillersboda, the village itself was first mentioned in history in the year 1535. In the 1970’s there was only one farm in Spillersboda, and tree others in the area. A man named Carl Fridolf Westerblom opened the first filial of a general-store here in 1888. A few years later, there was built a new store that still stands today. This shop is today kept alive by a nice lady named Anna and her husband, Ahmed, who is an pescetarian.

Spillersboda general store, picture from their site; http://www.spillersbodalanthandel.se

There was also a sawmill started here in 1903, that is still today one of Spillersbodas biggest employers. Today there is 479 registered inhabitants of this little pearl of a place to visit. Because of the short distance to Stockholm, there is well over 1500 people that also use this place for recreation. Even though Ahmed says the numbers are BS, and that most people actually don’t live here most of the year – The population is on the rise and have gained well over a hundred souls since 2005. At least on paper.

Onboard the boats in our newly aqired fleet, we have gone through all of the important tasks needed to be done before having both ships float by themselves. Captain Simen spent a few hours and probably most of the bad words he have ever learned to pump out the old oil and change the oil-filter. We still have to make sure the other dieseltank will actually hold diesel, but I can’t imagine that both tanks are actually broken. The damage is most likely not caused by rust, but rather something caused by friction.

Captain Simen changing the oilfilter.

The best part so far is to finally have a place to cook decent meals and a functioning cooling-box to keep the food fresh. We can finally eat stuff that doesn’t come out of a tube and use milk that isn’t made to last for two years. In short, things are going great and we are enjoying our peaceful days in sweet little Spillersboda.

There was of course this case of fire.. Because we are taking in a few hundred litres a minute, the waterlevel rose a little too much, but lucky for all of us – we were there, and quick response from a well emergency-trained crew fixed the problem in a swoop.

Captain Jack


Pirates to the rescue

The winds were in charge yesterday. It’s the first time both captains ordered life-jackets on deck. The waves meassured 1,5-2 meters and the canoists didn’t stand a chance. Lucky bucky, it didn’t rain – the only issue was a little crisp wind from the south east of 47 km/h. This would of course be fine if we didn’t get stuck on a reef in the middle of it all – But all went well. During the day we had three rescue missions and one big transport back to the redcoats basecamp – before our own safe return to Pirate Bay.

This windstuck policeman managed to take a swim in the storm and sink his canoe before we returned him to friends. Foto: Snorre

The ducklings have grown up. I’m not actually sure if they have been mentioned in the blog, but there has been a couple of flocks around the bay which has now grown up to be big birdies. I am happy to report just saw them well and healthy when I ate my morning apple a few minutes ago.

FF Harry drifting for the sunset. Foto by Instagram: expl0re_n4ture

Our shop is temporary closed. There is way to much stuff to handle before our departure in a few days. We are planning a trip to Tøcksfors on probably monday. There is a couple of packages waiting for us, a pirate to pick up, and food need to be stocked for the journey ahead. But before this happens – camp need to be pretty much closed down for the winter.

Lone and Snorre – pirate recruits

Lucky for us, we still have our two new recruits onboard. Snorre and Lone, They will most likely have a blast helping out the next couple of days. Also because there is supposed to be heavy rain starting in a few hours. My honest opinion is that meterologists and shoemakers should reconsider their professions, none of them have any idea of what they are doing. Shoemakers these days, at least the one we have talked to, have never made a shoe – and the weathermens have been mostly wrong all year long. But. There is chance that it’s going to rain constantly for the next 20 hours.

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The clouds are coming. Wind is picking up again. It will rain for sure. I have to go save everything out of the way. Nice blogging to you, see you soon, bon voyage!

Captain Jack

Pirates know how to party

How is it even possible to describe the people, the connections, and the athmosphere that sum up this week.. I could try, but it would be as hard as remembering the names of all the amazingly fantastic people we’ve met. It started with a hundred bangs. Thor was angry and he made the sky cry for us. Our garden got some real rain and the ship a much needed wash.

Varg enjoying life.

As per usual on monday afternoons – we went shopping. But since the local sherriffs are looking for the pirates we decided to sluise our way to civivalsation. Free again, the guy running the place has a huge heart for Harry and was probably a pirate in previous lives. We went shopping. Got 20 cases and hoped it would last. It didn’t.

Beer arriving.

By the end of two days later we realized we had to order more. Luckily we’ve made friends and was able to get 15 more cases. Of course Paul had to buy a car in order to transport this massive load all the was from Gothenburg, but it happened. And a lot of people will be forever thankfull.

“Arrrh”, you might think, and so did we when we before we knew it had 30 people visiting the secret pitate bay friday night. Some were people found on illegal bird sanctuaries, some had been doing bussiness with us for days. Some had just heard the rumour of the lake and some just happened to be in the area. The setup was awesome – and totally paid off. Not much is needed to say, except as this text is being written I’m the only one still awake in our camp. It’s eight o’ clock on saturday night.

Canoists arriving.

It would be unfair to describe every detail of the week. You’d get totally jealus of our life and we don’t want that for you. I want to thank every single person we have met, and every soul we have raged. The pirates will live on and with the smiles on your faces we can deal with life for a lot longer than expected.

Canoists leaving.

Note that Scamtrack has prohibited all use of fires, gas stoves and sigarettes. Two groups was sent home this week. Why they treat grown up people like a kindergarden is a question still to be answered, but you can’t really blame them. There is a lot of canoists out there that have never even been close to nature, and with all love and respect: Take care, be safe, and don’t fuck up.

Captain Jack


At last

It was dark. Pitch dark. My barefoot feets was planted on the warm rocks in Pirate Bay. I could hear it coming towards me across the water. The wind had spent the last few hours sending warnings from the east, and Thor had allready proven he was likely to explode within minutes. The preassure throughout the week had been building toward this exact moment. The heat had broken all historic records just hours before. We had been waiting for months.

And then it came. Not slowly or quiet, but like a waterfall, like a gift from the universe. We screamed toward the sky and could feel the forrest wake up ta a gigantic show, a miracle and blessing from the sky was finally here.

I hurried inside our holstic research wessel and pushed my face toward the plexiglasswindows. The hard drops could easily be felt through the thick material and the sky flaired with huge flashes. The lightningshow we needed to really enjoy this long wanted miracle. At first i thougt we had a leak in the ceiling, but soon realized it was tears of joy.

Sound of thunder rumbeling over the water and sometimes making the ship vibrate in until now unknown resonanses. We went to bed after hours of just taking everything to our hearts – and behind the darkest sky in months, the last energy of the full moon sent psycotic dreams from other dimentions.

The next morning it was over. Sometime during the night it had all cleared up. But the forrest had gotten it’s first real wash this summer and were now ready for new lifechanging adventures.


Another week is over

Clouds are covering the sky and rain is supposed to hit us any minute. The crew onboard has decided it is time for us to take a couple of days in our secret camp located in the pirate bay. Me, I had enough this morning when I dropped a canonball on my left big toe. We are taking this oportunity of what is supposed to be a couple of days with “bad” weather to clean up the ship, camp, ourselves and get our heads back in place before launching a new week of merchant-labour between the hundreds of canoists surrounding the lake.

Visiting one of the camps in need of some pirate care.

The last week has been long and amazing, so many things have happened – so many canoists have been met. The rumor of the FF Harry has given us 16 hour workdays. We are of course very sorry that we couldn’t reach you all. There is in reality just way to many thirsty paddelers around. However – we have had a blast of a time with those of you we spent time with! Those we talked to for a few minutes, but maybe mostly those we spent a whole day, evening or an hour with.

Even though there is more than enough to do when daylight is frying our brains, you guys can not even imagine how many flashlights trying to get oir attention there is as soon as the darkness swallow the amazing nature surrounding us all over the lake.

Eating huge burgers with our kidnapped crew on Joe’s diner.

Allright, a short, and confused summary from the Captains Log: After two extremly long days of work we kidnapped two canoists in the middle of the night and brought them to the secret camp in pirate bay to party. The next morning we took them all the way up past The bridge to civilasation to Töcksfors, had an amazing birgermeal, and spent a nice evening at the local pub before all of us that didn’t fit onboard collapsed on the dock. Next morning we had to sluss our way up to the place where we get our goods and also sent the canoist away on the bus to Oslo before having meatballs for breakfast at Joe’s Diner.

After yet another loooong day of work we met up with first one group of amazing people, then continued on to work for another few hours before ending up in the camp of yet another thirsty group we had promised to meet up with. But our daily round was still not over and there was flashing lights from all the islands on the lake. We simply had to put most of our new friends onboard and continue on with our mearching. Maybe it was allready at this point our newest crewmember met his future wife to be.

Towing canoists across the windy waters.

Anyway, after another couple of hours it was time to call it quits for the day. We ended our round with a stop with two friends we had met on saturday. Dennis, and this indian guy which name is lost but he had still not been in the water. He couldn’t swim, even though Dennis promosed us to give him a lesson. Of course, right after he bought his very much wanted expensive pack of cigarettes he had to take a bath in the water as he fell out of our ship. It was the most expensive cigarette of his life.

Back in the other camp we made a little party. After all this was the first day of the full moon. Of course without any fire. The canoists are not even aloud to use their gasstoves anymore because of the firehazard. It got late and by the end we left Varg in the camp with his new flirt before the two captains sat course for the pirate bay. We didnt get far, and decided to drop anker a nautical mile later.

The next day, yesterday, we sold everything we needed without even starting the engine. People came to us and we decided to organize a full moon party at a small island a bit further north. Both inviting the first group we visited and the one we had spent the night with. When Dennis and the bad swimmer showed up we then brought the whole group, towing their canoes away from the deadly sun an into to shade of The sacred place.

A few hours later we took all the canoes back accross the water and met up with the other partypeople on full moon island. There wasnt very much beer left, but we had a couple of cases and tortillas for all! It was a very nice evening. Great way to get to know new friends and put strangers together successfully.

The next morning we towed them all back to Lennartfors where they all had canoes to return, busses to catch and new adventures awaiting in the days to come.

Here comes the rain and lightning! Time for us to seal up the ship and eat some pirate-ravioli.

Captain Jack


No more campfires!

FF Harry is telling you NOT not to make fires! We sail the waters every single day. We meet a lot of canoists and most are taking the fire-prohobition seriously. Some are not. We dedicate this blogpost as a warning for all of our english-speaking friends on the water. Many of you read this blog and we ask you please to reconsider use of open flames, even when camping on islands. As of right now there is hundreds of small or raging fires all around this part of Scandinavia and I think most would agree that there is no need for more heat this year.

Every single record is broken, then only record that can break this years dry, heat and warm summer will be the years to come. If you read this and has allready made your fire for the night, please wait one extra day and water well before you leave your firesite. Ther has been some close calls around allready.

For our Scandinavian readers, here’s our report as of friday 13th of July:


We feel sorry about having to post this warning, but we’d rather not have to assist the firedepartment into the late darkness again. The fire was put out by the morning. This time. 🙄

Yours Truly,

The Pirates

Btw: we now have 50 cent off on melted chocolate!

FF Harry the merchant

We are proud to present our new bussiness. Earlier mentioned, we didn’t care too much about those canoeist. Now they are paying our bills and in addition giving jobs to the crewmembers. There are litterary hundreds of canoe-people being shipped in from Germany by busses and it would be unfair to our cashflow not to take anvantage of this whole situation. The pirate-supermarked has been running for a week and it’s fair to say that the payoff is good. Of course, keeping a crew of 3 fed and diesel for the ship also has it’s costs. But then again, we are the only supermarked around. Meaning the canoists would spend an entire day of their weeklong journey just to get a case of beer or some snack, toiletpaper, sunscreen or candy. 


We should also mention that all cash coming in is essential for us sluice ourself all the way to Stockholm in a month or so. We meet a lot of great people everyday and try not to disturb those who came to enjoy just the nature. Right now we have just finished a long day of work and are heading for Töcksfors to drop off our latest crew-member. He’s catching the bus to Oslo and then a flight to Alta. Like mentioned; the days pass by like they where never even there. The heat is controlling everything and lucky for us – that brings us a lotsof thirsty germans. Of course we see some other nationalities as well, but the German people really seem to like the idea of canoeing ((even though they seem to have a little trouble getting into the whole paddle-towards goes forward, paddle-away goes backwards. Then again they have to work together to make it all work out in then end. When they are finally back i  camp- FFHarry comes around with some snacks, beer,cigatettes and candy and we’ready for a new round tomorrow.


Tonight we are staying in Tőcksfors. The town is allright, but has really nothing too it unless your a Norwegian looking for sweedt deals on food, candy and tobacco. Which we will need for the coming days. We wish we had a way to store cold beverages, meat and that kind of stuff. Many has been asking us, for both cold drinks and meat, nothing we can do… sorry. Global warming is here…


Thais will be the update of the week. We have stuff to take care of, mouths to feed and way too much to do before the big freeze comes around in a few months.


This said, we do accept donations.. as allways. 😏

Surviving abnormal hot days

Data recording weather conditions in our current whereabouts this time of the year is clear; The temperature since arrival in this beautiful landscape of Sweden is, and will for the foreseeable future be, 10 degrees warmer than the average of the last 10 years. This, of course, is just the way we are heading. April of 2018 was the 400th month in a row on planet earth with record high temperatures – and the cat really hates it.

Simba finally standing still for a photograph

Lucky for him, most of the time – he’s a night hunter.  As soon as the sun disappears the temperature is cooling down to something somewhat more normal and I suppose more liveable for kitty-cats. Us, we are doing fine. Our camp nowadays gets some nice morning sun before whatever is left of trees from the beaver went to work, gives us shade all day long until the mild evening rays come along, bringing a couple of hours questionable heat before sunset.

Justin Beaver has been busy doing his birch-thing.

Days fly by. We have no idea how the cold months of last winter could move slower than global warming in the 80’s and now we’re a week away from June (and total collapse). But there are some upsides to all this good weather – The plants are thriving! Our newly pirate-planted fields of vegetables, greens and not to forget the herbs are getting ready to explode into a firework of fresh organic edibles. Maybe not just yet… But sooner than expected and despite the end of the world and all that – in the short run, this is perfect.

Harry’s engine is loving the fresh-water. The wood, not so much. There is no rush but within the end of this year, he would probably like very much to dry-dock just a little bit. He could use a fresh layer of paint, oil, and other liquids. It seems like the previous Captain has been taking care just as much as needed. But the ship is old, only three years away from turning forty – Much more than you can expect from modern cruise-liners.

There are tons of other people using the lake, which of course is wonderful! We’ve seen dozens of Germans doing their canoe-thing, families are starting to spruce up their cabins for a new (record-warm) season, the locals have launched their flat-bottom fishing-dinghies and we’ve met our first new friends on this journey; two brothers from France. The older one (65) a highly educated medicine man quit his job years ago to work within holistic medicine and the younger one (61) is doing a canoe-trip of northern Scandinavia to figure out whether he will stay in Europe or return to India where he had been living for the past 35 year-ish or so.

FF Harry resting after 3 hours of full sun

As you might’ve guessed. We’re back in Tøcksfors to divert some electricity. We are of course looking into other more wannabe-legal ways to charge our batteries, but we were powerless, broke and also we wanted to abduct some old tires to protect FF Harry from scratches back in camp. We’ll return to camp (and to have another amazing feast with our new French friends) tomorrow. Mission completed.