We made the news!

Time is passing slower for every day we have to wait here in Spillersboda. There is nothing to complain about in this little pearl of a Swedish village – but we are ready to move on, to get this ship sailing and go treasure-hunting southward. There is of course great things happening all the time. Like today, my mother and brother is coming to visit all the way from the distant Norway and before I could wash my face this morning this guy knocked on the window inviting us to dinner next week. 

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Spillersbodas mainstreet.

When I say, ‘before I could wash my face’ (something I don’t usually do every morning) it probably should’ve happened today. You see, yesterday we went to Norrtälje to get an antenna for the new VHF we was gifted this week. And at the same time got a wind-indicator to put at the top of our mast before we put it up. But not stopping there, we got a weather-station and kept our promise of singing karaoke with people met last Wednesday. It seems that Wednesdays are our new Norrtälje-day. Anyways, before we could return safely to the shipyard, after having spent a whole day and night in society – we had some trouble with the wind in the pitch dark and crashed into the dock by accident.

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Damages caused by hitting the dock to hard.

Everything went well of course, not counting the Captains ending up in a brawl over spilt milk. Waiting for something to happen can’t be good for anyone – And let me assure you that although we all love each other, it is for the best if the new ship get’s floating as soon as possible. Apart from the fact that autumn is rapidly approaching, thereby also harder weather – we are still going for our goal of hitting the mediterranean by the time of new year.

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Pirate-lunch.

Also we happened to cover a whole page in the local newspaper yesterday. It seems like the swedes find it extremely interesting that we are stuck, waiting for our new pirate-ship to float. We too, of course, but like we talk to other sailors and previous sailors about – slipping, is the worst part of the cake. We had a reporter visiting us, her name was Britta, which of had been tipped off about pirates being in town. True stories are worth telling I suppose, which is the reason we couldn’t walk through town yesterday without being recognized by many.

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The article in Nortälje Tidning.

The ship is getting there. I don’t dare writing about when we will actually get to sail away from here, but my best guess is within october first. We’ll probably take the chance of lowering the ship another notch or two within the next few days. We did after all get a new pump yesterday, my hope is that we can cover most of the bottom with seawater as soon as possible. It just takes time – and we are no good at waiting.

Captain Jack

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Slipping, eating, waiting and living life

I was optimistic enough in our last post about getting the ship to the next step – lower in the water by the next day. Well, that didn’t happen and Harry Louella is still sitting in the exact same spot as before. Last time I checked – the water seemed to keep a steady pace forcing itself into our presious new pirate-ship. Adding to our mix of exstatic joy and rumbeling anticipation – the weather do a great job being ambivalent enough for us to keep ourselves mostly indoor. But as the weather-gods keep sending us miniature storms, we do for the first time have a great ship to make sure to keep us warm and dry.

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Patiently making falafel for dinner.

We must be patient. After all, we have gotten a lot further than what we thought was possible when we first arrived in Spillersboda, exactly one week ago. It’s just that time has a funny way of following it’s own rules in these situations.. To slow down like for kids waiting before christmas, or waiting for the school-bell to ring on friday afternoons – And I should say; this is the first time ever I see Captain Simen being impatiant about anything.

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Anna in her office.

Spillersboda keep being nice to us. Anna, at the store, have employed Captain Simen as her personal IT-consultant and pays us by letting us use the laundry-room in the basement. I believe she is taking som online classes in Arabic at the universety or something. She’s a funny lady, the other day she decided out of nowhere to only talk to us in English. In the meanwhile her husband left to remove a smelling dead creature from the loft in their summer-cabin, that they haven’t been using. There is always a smile on her face – our new best friend.

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Hasse in his office.

In the shipyard, poor Hasse have no choice but to watch the fleet of Harry ships out the window from his breakfast-table every morning. He’s a very friendly guy nice enough to borrow us any tools we may not have ourselves. At the same time – I’m sure he’ll be a happy camper the day the pirate-ship won’t sink any more. Meaning; he can get his boat-ramp and his amazing preassure-washer pump back. For now, we are all stuck sharing our life together.

We have spent the most wonderful saturday in a very long time with Per, the guy whom brought us 12 liters of motoroil last week, and his wife. They had invited us over and man are we happy they did! Their weekend-house, which are spend all the time they have to spare on, is about an hour away from our shipyard (in FF Harry-speed). I can hardly describe our visit, other than it being very giving in many ways. It’s amazing how we can learn from each other and be part of peoples life by being open enough to share our time with new and interesting friends.

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Captain Simen in deep conversation with Per about something.

We had talked about us coming over to look at an VHF-radio. Something we have been wanting to get in order for a long time. When we arrived it was clear that we were in for a whole lot more. We got to take a look at their amazing home, which they have put a whole lot of love into – before being invited for dinner. It was home-made Swedish meatballs with mashed potatoes fresh from the garden with saus – a traditional Swedish meal made just perfect. Gordon Ramsay would have bent over squealing. In short, we had a perfect night with new friends, great conversations and great sharing of life-experiences.

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The two Captains getting ready for dinner.

This is exactly why we are traveling! To learn from each other, listen and share our stories. To share great meals, knowledge and experience. Thank you for having two pirates for dinner! We are very happy about making new friends.

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Captain Jack

We bought a bilge-pump with cash!

Our ship is built in oak. A very hard but sturdy type of wood that takes forever to seal up. It has only been five days, but it seems like a lot longer since all we want to do is continue our journey south before it gets too cold. The last two days have been super windy so we tried to spend the time wisely by hitchhiking into the next town to buy a new bilge-pump. 

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FF Harry enjoyingtime to himself.

Sweden is a wonderful country in many ways. But there is this one thing we have discovered that will most likely and hopefully take this country down. They are slowly ruling out the good old cash-payment method. On more than one occation we have been stopped in our way just because we haven’t had the option of paying with a credit-card. We can’t even go to the bank to top up our accounts – because the banks don’t even accept cash.. what the heck is this? One thing is that this so called EU-country won’t accept Euro, but cash in general? Everything now has to be logged and even more of our freedom is being taken away from us. How and why would you ever want this for your country? Thank all gods that we’re leaving this country and are not Swedish.

That was my morning-rant. I get that way when I haven’t had my morning coffee yet. But seriously, how do the Swedes think this is gonna play out? We had to have the waitor pay our bill with his credit-card, while he got cash from us. I can easily smell how that bill was canceled from the register.

Norrtälje is a nice little city. It’s only about 15 kilometers from here and have absolutely everything you need to live the good life. We are of course very happy here in Spillersboda where they have the local grocery-store accepting cash and a nice small community – but Norrtälje is a city, and we wish we had a whole lot more money to spend on stuff we actually need for the new ship. Instead we spent the day walking around, checking out the stores and in the end got to know some of the local karaoke-singers. We might have promised to give them a show next wednesday.

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But we also got what we came for: a new bilge-pump to take care of 93 liters every single minute. This means that we most likely tomorrow morning will be ready to lift the ship up with a crane, use a tractor to remove the trailer it is now standing on and then lower it down till it sits on the keel and have three pumps taking care of the rivers flowing in trying to drown our engine. But this isn’t the sinking Swedish cash-economy. We will float, because that’s what Harry’s do – Harry Floats.

Captain Jack

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. 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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The new pirate-ship

The fog is cold and wet, it makes getting up in the morning only bearable with hot coffee and the feel of the morning sun creeping over the top of the trees. Everything is damp and soggy – But there is no sleeping in for pirates that has to get their new ship ready for adventures. 

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Morning sun.

It took us a couple of days to decide about the ship after arrival in Spillersboda. The town is quiet now that most of the summer-guests have gone back to Stockholm or wherever. But there is still a grocery-store, a hardware and woodshop, not to forget the shipyard we are currently located at. It took almost two days to go through the state of the vessel, but it is verified; the engine starts, the ship from 1957 is in good shape, it looks amazing – we bought it.

There is of course a maze of things to take care of even before we can get her on the water. The most important thing was that the engine would start and with a little help from Hasse, the man of the shipyard, we managed to put together the information needed for us to turn the key. None of us is actual mechanics, and there is a total mess of cables, pipes and stuff noone actually know why is there. The ship has been on land for the last 4 years. Lucky for us the people before us have been taking good care of it, and we remain very positive about getting her seaworthy. It looks like we might have to stay in Spillesboda for a couple of weeks to make it happen, but it’s totally worth it. The ship is beautiful!

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Wrapped pirate ship.

This would not be possible without the help from all of you that have donated to our fundraiser. The new pirate-ship is still on a lease-contract, meaning that if you are able to help us out, there is still a chance! Every little krone, euro, dollar or whatever your country have decided is good enough for your people is very much appreciated. Please, don’t feel bad about donating to our ship-cause. It is allready in our hands, but not fully paid for, and the actual fixing up of the ship shouldn’t cost much more than hard labour from the crew. We really want to keep telling you about our adventures – please support our campain by following the link below.

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Under the tarp.

I should get going, there is way too much to do and I’ve allready finnished my coffee. First point of the agenda is to unwrap the rest of our new ship. I can’t wait to see the whole thing without wrapping – and to show all you good readers of the blog, and all contributors what we’ve got to work with in the future! I’ll make sure to update you all as soon as possible.

Captain Jack

Simbas last day onboard

Yup, he has really taken his role as a shipmate seriously. He has been with us since long before the beginning. But it’s time for Simba to get all four legs back on land. At least for a while. It took a few days in the beginning for the poor guy to get comfortable with his new floating reality, but as the awesome kittycat he is – he took to spend the hot summerdays onboard eating and shitting like a real shipcat do. And we haven’t seen any mice so he must’ve been doing his thing. But like the real pirate cat he have learned to become – he doesn’t have the neccesary papers to live or even be outside the borders of Norway. But since we consider FF Harry both stateless and sometimes a little Norwegian, he has been within the laws onboard.

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Simba may be shy, but he’s as barsk as a pirate can be!

Since our plan is to continue this journey through the EU we can not really travel with illegal imigrants onboard #ffharry. He’s been great company and has behaved like a cat. That is why in a couple of hours he will be kidnapped by uncle Sander in Østre Otteid. I’m sure he will miss us very much – especially now that he is finally back from his 9 day long solo-adventure in Töcksfors. Thanks to the tight cat-community and a littlebit of Facebook in this little swedish village we were never really conserned about his safe return to the ship. And voila, here he is packing his bags to go back to the safe haven of Lisleby, Norway. Besides, he would probably really prefer some better airconditioning than Harry can offer.

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We serve basically all of Foxen, the northern part of Stora Le.

In other news; FF Harry is doing great! There is still weeks and hundreds of hours onboard before we leave this wonderfull lake. The heat is close to killing the woods and fires are raging everywhere in both sout Norway and Sweden. The crew has therefor desided to follow the fire prohobition, that now also includes sigarettes. We are serving dusins of canoists every single day from early afternoon to a long long time past bedtime. Orders are coming in by e-mail and instagram. We’ve had people waiting close to 48 hours before we can get them their fruit, candy, energybars or beer. If you are waiting for us, we are happy to say we will find you sooner or later.

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Simba taking a cooling nap in the heatwave of 2018.

One small complaint: Swedes really suck on their dieselprices. We just paid 51 Euro for 27,3 liters. Giving us a running cost of over 2 Euro every hour.

But more good news: A new crewmember is joining us on monday! They come and go from all places, but this will be our third addition from Finnmark. We’ll of course be wishing him welcome like only pirates do.

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RAPPORT: BLÆIK

NORWEGIAN: THIS POST IS IN NORWEGIAN – PLEASE USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE OR COMMON SENSE IF YOU NEED TRANSLATION

Denne rapporten må regnes som et tillegg eller eventuelt en vidererapportering til den tidligere rapporten om Eventyreren Blake fra Dortmund, Tyskland. Mannskapet ombord det holistiske forskningsfartøyet FF Harry forsøker etter beste evne å gjenfortelle hendelsesforløpet fritt etter hukommelsen og i førsteperson. Også denne rapporten vil dessverre inneholde en rekke skrivefeil som ikke vil kunne påklages ettersom vi ikke har altfor god tid til å gå gjennom spontanrapporteringene våre. 

Etter møtet med piratene satte jeg kursen mot det jeg valgte å kalle for Nordvestpassasjen. Denne var en lang tarm som førte meg et stykke unna vannet som Svenskene kalte for Stora Le. Jeg følte meg straks alene igjen, men etter en dag med ville pirater var jeg mer en klar nok for å sette av sted på mitt livs reise. Jeg nølte derfor ikke med å kaste ut snøret og fulgte med på den lille røde plastduppen med falkeblikk. Ved hjelp av padlekartet mitt fant jeg utover kvelden frem til en liten øy som lå litt for seg selv akkurat der Nordvestpassasjen svingte rett østover. Øya så ut til å ligge helt for seg selv og det var ikke et menneske å se.

Jeg hadde selvfølgelig kjørt meg helt tom for energi, hadde glemt å spise og nesten ikke fått i meg vann. Derfor var jeg naturlig nok helt utslitt og møkka lei av å se på den forbanna duppen. Riktignok hadde piratene gitt meg et helt glass med agn, men det så ikke ut til at fisken fantes videre interessert. Av ren skjær utmattelse tok jeg meg til å skrike til noen store fugler som jeg var overbevist om at var kommet for å gjøre livet mitt til et helvete. Jeg huiet og ropte helt til det kom en hel rekke med tyske kanopadlere løpende fra den andre siden av øya. Jeg var altså ikke alene, men klarte å overbevise dem om at det var det som var planen min og til slutt fikk jeg jaget dem tilbake til sin side. Jeg roet meg til slutt, fikk i meg en matbit og kollapset til slutt i åpningen av teltet mitt.

Den neste dagen brukte jeg på å finne roen. Jeg gjorde meg selv opptatt med ting som å hente ved og matlaging. Det tar sinnsykt mye lengre tid å mekka mat når alt må gjøres i en enkel kjele over et gassbluss. Men det gjorde meg ingenting. Jeg begynte straks å kose meg i campen min mens jeg røykte et par jointer og utforsket den fascinerende Scandinaviske naturen. Og slik gikk egentlig den neste dagen eller to. Jeg hadde akkurat bestemt meg for å gi fiskestanga en siste sjanse før jeg knakk den over kneet og påkalte alle guder jeg visste om da det svære flotte piratskipet svingte inn i de trange sundet mellom øya mi og den andre som var fast tilholdssted for to svært bråkete måker.
– “Ohoi, bygutt!”

Jeg må innrømme at det var godt å se ekte mennesker igjen, ikke bare andre tyske kanopadlere. Piratene svingte elegant skuta inn mot øya og la til. Jeg ønsket dem hjertelig velkommen og lurte ikke engang på før lenge etterpå hvordan de klarte å spore meg opp, jeg burde visst at pirater alltid har full kontroll på hvem som ferdes i farevannene deres.
Stolt viste jeg dem rundt i campen min og et par av prosjektene mine. Det største var at jeg hadde brukt halve dagen på å sette sammen et seil med pinner og presenning. Det lå klart på bakken så jeg så ofte som muig kunne gå bort å se på det, og tenke meg hvordan det kom til å bli når jeg brukte det for første gang. Jeg hadde jo aldri seilt før.
– “Men hvorfor setter du ikke utpå med en gang?” Spurte han høye.
– “Hva mener du?” spurte jeg litt forfjamset.
– “Seilet er klart, vinden blåser, hvorfor er du ikke ute på vannet?”
Han hadde selvfølgelig helt rett. Jeg fikk hjelp av piratene til å bære seilet ned til kanoen og et par minutter senere padlet jeg ut med seilet som eneste bagasje.
Det tok meg et par minutter å skjønne at vinden piratene snakket om muligens ikke befant seg helt inne i vika, men ute på åpent farevann var det akkurat nok vind til at den fikk skikkelig tak og jeg kunne løfte opp konstruksjonen min og stolt sette seil for første gang i mitt liv.

Piratene applauderte meg. Men det begynte å bli sent og piratene ville gjerne bruke lyset fra månen på ferden sin sørover igjen. Men de dro ikke før de hadde invitert meg tilbake til campen deres på min egen ferd sørover.

To dager senere hadde jeg fremdeles ikke fått noen fisk. Derfor satte jeg kursen tilbake nedover Nordvestpassasjen igjen. Etter noen timer med hard padling var jeg tilbake i piratenes hemmelige bukt. Til min overraskelse hadde mannskapet doblet seg, to andre bypirater hadde mønstret på og nå fikk jeg beskjed om å bli med dem på tokt. Man sier ikke imot pirater, så jeg fulgte lydig orderen om å mønstre på for å plukke opp ytterligere ett mannskapsmedlem. Havnen lå et par timer nordover, og for meg var det først og fremst en flott mulighet til å se deler av dette Svenske vannet jeg ellers muligens aldri ville fått oppleve. I Tøcksfors mønstret sistemann på, vi fikk til og med muligheten til å gjøre noen enkle innkjøp før kompassnålen skiftet retning og vi durte avsted sydover. På veien tilbake ble det avgjort at vi skulle besøke West Bird Bay som er et bittelite samfunn hvor noe sånt som halvparten av husa er skole, kirke og menighetshus. Men på dette idylliske stedet var det også en ballbinge så hele crewet fikk muligheten til å freshe opp hockey og basketballegeneskapene sine før vi fortsatte.

Tilbake i piratcampen fikk jeg tildelt plass til å sette opp teltet mitt før en av piratene beordre meg til å gjøre klar kanoen. Vi skulle ut å fiske. Med garn denne gangen. De ville ikke ha noe av at jeg aldri skulle få oppleve å sløye en fisk. Derfor padlet vi avsted og ut i natten for å legge garn. Enda en ny opplevelse. Jeg sov tungt den natten.

Neste morgen var det bare å sette avsted for å hente garnet. Vi hadde et oppdrag om trekke garn og hente fisk, og det viste seg at jeg vant veddemålet. I garnet satt syv fisk i ymse størrelser. Etterpå hadde jeg et par timers prosjekt med å få fisken ut av garnet som så skulle strekkes og tørkes. Jeg var veldig forsiktig for jeg ville ikke skade fisken. Men på tross av at et par av de stakkars fiskene likevel kom ut av prosjektet som maltrakterte sardiner fikk jeg til slutt orden på sakene, det gjaldt visst å være litt bestemt i handlingene sine. Den laveste piraten tok seg av opplæringen min når det kom til sløying. Dette var en jobb jeg bådde hadde gruet og gledet meg til, men til slutt fikk jeg dreisen på det hele og ikke lenge etter lå fisken å freste i panna over bålet. Jeg hadde endelig sløyet min egne første fisk.

Mett og tilfreds ble vi beordret tilbake ombord på skuta. Jeg hadde pent bedt om å få noen timer fri for å gjøre litt flere oppdagelser. Det begynte tross alt å nærme seg slutten av min eventyrlige reise. Dette var ikke noe problem, for skuta måtte uansett seile hele veien nordover igjen for å sette av to medlemmer av crewet, men ikke før jeg hadde blitt med gjengen til et sted de kalte for The sacret place. Ingen andre en kapteiene visste hvor vi skulle og ingen turte spekulere.

Etter et par kilometers vandring var vi fremme. The sacred place var en gravplass for gamle biler, ikke fem eller ti, men flere hundre. Vi brukte god tid på å utforske området, det var en kjempeopplevelse, noe som passet mitt mekanikerhjerte godt. Piratene måtte videre og jeg ville fortsette utforskningen min, vi ville uansett se hverandre igjen i piratcampen sent samme kveld eller dagen etter.

Jeg satte avsted på egenhånd igjen, og selvfølgelig hadde jeg tatt med meg seilet mitt. Det ble egentlig til det jeg brukte resten av dagen min på. Jeg lot skog være skog og fant til slutt en bærekraftig løsning på hvordan man skulle holde seilet og samtidig manøvrere kanoen gjennom vannet. Litt ute av kurs kom jeg meg til å sette meg fast på et skjær og ble egentlig stående der i en times tid før det lot seg seile videre, men jeg unnskyldte meg med at det var mpå tide med en pause og trakk fort tilbake nødmeldingen sendt til piratene.

Neste morgen, var min siste fulle dag på reisen. Den ene av kapteinene beordret at det var på tide å vanne i åkerne. Derfor ble jeg med ut i skuta og over til andre siden av vannet hvor den ene åkeren lå. På vei tilbake fikk jeg plutselig et innfall. “Stopp!” ropte jeg ut og til min forundring lystret kapteinen.
– “Jeg skjønner du er klar for å døpes” gliste han. – “En ekte pirat skal døpes, ditt navn skal fra nå av være Blæik!” hørte jeg før jeg hoppet ut i det iskalde vannet.
Det var kanskje ikke det barskeste badet, men det var mitt første på hele reisen og samtidig kunne jeg nå dra hjem som en ekte sjørøver.

Avskjeden var like trist som den måtte være. Jeg ble nektet å padle selv, så piratene tauet kanoen min tilbake til Lennartsfors hvor dusinvis av nye kanopadlere stod klare for nye opplevelser. I det vi seilte inn i vika sang de andre piratene sjørøverviser mens jeg satt med en tåre i øyekroken. Jeg børstet dem fort vekk. En ekte pirat skulle ikke gråte foran mannskapet, likevel kom det et par tårer til når piratene dro fra kanonene og fyrte av en salutt så det dundret gjennom hele det vakre landskapet.

Blæik dro av sted, men som alt annet mannskap som mønstrer på ombord FF Harry er han hjertelig velkommen tilbake. Rapporteringen stanser naturlig nok også her. 

Jack Mikkel, FF Harry

It’s a pirate life for us!

 

We have operated with an extended crew onboard this week. Pirates have come from distant places to join our new and secretive pirate-camp in an undisclosed bay in Stora Le. There have been explorational sightseeings to sacred places and long hauls through wind and sunny weather. We transformed a bewildered soul from the metropolitans of Europe to a though pirate – and worked through all sort of issues that can only come from life in society. 

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The essence is real onboard this bus

 

 

The days onboard is no longer divided into days of the week. We are now free floating through life and have learned to accept all challenges heading our way. Visiting pirates and thereby new members of the crew have been met with life-changing experiences. Life with Harry and the pirate-camp have proved itself to be sustainable.

Of course, there will always be things we need to figure out. Like how to charge our batteries, how to train reliable crew and how to keep the ship afloat. These are only challenges and we have all the time in the world! For the next few days or maybe weeks, Harry will hopefully get some quiet days while we tend to our camp, fields and other plunders.

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Blæiks last night around the fire, with handcrafts and conversations of dimensions

The last blogpost, the report of Blake the adventurer, will have to be continued in a coming post. It didn’t take too many hours before we found the cityboy half-shipwrecked on a small island – just waiting for the pirates onboard to take him under their wings. But we also got two visitors from the Norwegian capital and another one from the city of which we started this journey. Tomorrow we will set sail for Ed, the southmost point of Stora Le to plunder the town and send off the last of our temporary crew with the train. Thank you all for visiting, we all gained the necessary perspective needed.

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It’s not all work and whips aboard FFHarry, someone enjoying the off-duty-duty

Looking for new pirates
We will soon be looking for pirates to join us on the adventures journey to the Swedish capital at the end of summer. Some that have already left might come back, but will also be needing fresh blood onboard! There will only be space for 4 additional crewmembers. We are looking for adventurers that could make good use of themselves onboard FF-Harry for a couple of weeks in August, maybe September – More information on this will be released in a few weeks! Another very good reason to follow and share this blog.

Ship out!

The Captains