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Our quarry is in sight. We
pass her on our starboard side and the Captain calls "READY ABOUT!"
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As we steady on our port tack,
the Tole Mour is about a
quarter mile ahead and cracking right along.
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The Skipper calls for an
adjustment of the tops'l braces and we begin to overtake her. He
announces our speed: 10.7 knots.
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To cheers all around, we pull
along side, stealing her wind. They know we have canon aboard,
they shout "shoot us." But, this being a friendly encounter, our
guns are stowed so we shout "BOOM" in return.
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As the Tole Mour slips astern, the Captain,
crew and passengers are grinning from ear to ear, thrilled by the ride.
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After our encounter, we come
about onto a starboard tack and nearly "put the rail in the
water." The Californian
is a real race horse, as shown in this photo.
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Throughout the entire encounter
the evening's dessert was in the oven. We immediately dubbed it
"ten knot cheese cake."
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