Tag: Captain Dan & Jilly

New Zealand

Are We Having Fun Yet?

You know how guys like to buy stuff and can’t wait to use it. You know, strap it onto their car or put it on the bench in the garage. We all get the glazed over euphoric look in our eyes and kind of a big ass grin with mumbling words like I can’t wait to get this baby home and use it. I’m sure you ladies out there know of a man or perhaps even your man has acted like this. There have been many shiny things I’ve purchased for Dazzler over the years so I know from whence I speak. Then there are things that you buy and you aren’t really sure why you bought it or even where you will use it. I’m guilty of that also. You know, you might even have to convince yourself that it would be a good idea to have it anyway.

It was a blustery day just two nights ago. The winds in the low twenties. I’m looking up from the port side at some two plus meter seas. The sea swell was mixed and close in frequency. It was getting close to dinner time and we made the decision to quit beating ourselves up and hove to. For those novice to sailing, this is a very simple maneuver that is like parking your boat in the ocean for free. There are none of those sneaky meter maids like on Washington Blvd. in Venice, CA. You know the ones that know how much time each meter has left and have the parking ticket half filled out. They’re just waiting for the meter to click over to red so they can hit the print button. Yes you have it timed, but you weren’t as quick as the meter maid. Not that kind of parking. The fee kind. Those of you salty seniors say they all know how to do it. Then there’s the new sailor who claims to know how. I say swallow a little pride and actually do it yourself. It’s a very simple technique. Your crew and partner will love you for it.

We decided to wait out the weather for about six and a half hours. So, when the sea state calmed a bit and winds subsided, we fired up Dazzler and were once again off to the great around the world race. No not really Grape Ape. He likes racing around in the dinghy. Anyway, back en route to New Zealand. About and hour into our trip, I hear a pop and a hissing sound. That can’t be good. I immediately check the exhaust discharge and see that exhaust is coming out WITHOUT any water.

The exhaust should have water in it to aid in discharging the sea water passing through the heat exchanger that cools the engine. No water means there is an issue with the cooling system. So, I immediately hove to again to investigate the problem. Once Dazzler is set, I head down to start taking the companionway stairs and motor cowling off to access the front half of the engine. The engine room is filled with what looks like exhaust smoke and it’s very steamy.

I know how this story goes. I first decide to check the seacock and strainer for flow free operation. Here is the fun part that Jilly just loves. “Babe! We have to remove some of the contents of the quarter berth.” Basically our in-house, I mean in boat, garage. I can’t even call it a man cave because there isn’t any room for me in there when it’s packed. But, it stores all that extra gear you hope you really don’t have to use like storm sails, extra bilge pumps, diving gear and Bocce balls for that ever so frequent game with the locals on the beach. Ha ha ha! Whatever it is, it is in the way to access the starboard and aft area of the engine room so it has to be moved out of the way and into the salon area. Kind of looks like what happens after a bomb explodes. Stuff goes everywhere.

Once I stuff my huge noggin into the aft area of the engine room to access the sea strainer, I see a small hole in the top of the elbow of the water lift muffler. That looks very unusual, it’s out of place and shouldn’t be there. I checked the sea strainer and found it to be clear. Before moving onto the next phase of diagnosis, I decide to contemplate how I’m going to fix the hole. I remember that in my bag of tricks, I bought one of those shiny items at the marine store that here in the South Pacific is called Minute Mend emergency epoxy. Some of the locals in New Zealand call it dog poo. It comes in a plastic tube. The contents look like a green cylinder of a clay like substance. You know green dog poo. You cut off as much dog poo as you think you might need. Strip off the thin layer of plastic off the outside and start squeezing and mixing this magic epoxy. On this particular dog poo the exterior is green and the center is white so you know when your poo is properly mixed. That means both colors are now a new minty looking flavor of dog poo. I had prepared the surface around the hole on the exhaust elbow by cutting off the excess shards and sanding the paint off its exterior. I then took my mint flavored looking dog poo and started pressing it into the hole making what I hoped would be a sound solution for the repair. We won’t know for twenty or thirty minutes.

In the meantime, I decided to check the raw water impeller. It seemed to be fine, but I remembered the last time something like this happened I ultimately had to replace the impeller. So, saving some time I decided to pull the impeller out. This is somewhat of a poor design on the Yanmar. Such a critical component should have easier access. But, alas I’m not a diesel engine designer or engineer. I’m the guy that has to shove his fat fingered hand into a space it wasn’t designed for, hold tools and actually use them in that same space. Thanks Yanmar! I finally get the old impeller out and find eight of twelve vanes split about about halfway each. I grab a new impeller pop it in with my big fingered hand after of course lubing the impeller up with some silicone grease. Yummy! It’s about as easy as trying to put those spring loaded surprise snakes back in the can. You know it has to fit, but it just doesn’t want to go. “Scotty I need more power! I just can’t do it Captain!” Needless to say persistence pays off and I got the new impeller fitted.

By this time the 20-30 minute curing mint flavored dog poo has had time to cure in an hour or so which means it should now be petrified mint flavored dog poo. Yummy! Let’s start the engine and see what happens. I start the engine and there is still no water exiting the exhaust port. Humm, I remembered last time that I had to burp the heat exchanger water discharge hose. After burping the water line the magic occurred. Water was now exiting the exhaust port. I now inspected my petrified dog poo repair and it was working perfectly. But, the exhaust hose connected to it was now leaking water. Argh! I tighten the hose and restart the engine. It’s still leaking, but it’s a manageable leak. Ha ha ha! No such thing. It was late I was tired and needed some sleep. The leak was dropping into the bottomless pit of Dazzler’s bilge and not a big deal for now.

We put everything back into their proper places and start heading south again. I decide to hit the sack and Jilly is on watch. About an hour into our trip, Jilly yells down the center of Dazzler, “Dan get up I smell diesel fuel.” Okay! We hove to again! Yes, again damn it!

One of the plastic fuel cans we bought in Mexico has developed a small pin hole leak and we needed to transfer it quickly into the main fuel tank to avoid any loss. At least that is what I thought. So, after hoving to we transferred the fuel from the defective fuel container into the main tank. About an hour later we were under way.

Wait, this story isn’t over. LOL

Last night while smelling the salty air and listening to the engine running. Wait a minute. I didn’t tell you why the engine is running. We had sailed all day. When we had to hove to twice we lost about fifteen miles from our planned travel plans to get us the Marsden Point, New Zealand about a day ahead of a low pressure system. The winds were on the nose at 12-14 knots and the sea state wasn’t too bad, so after dinner we decided to motor through the night in attempt to make up some time we had lost during the day. Additionally, we could get back some of the easting we had lost as well. Anyway, I hear a funny noise coming from the engine. I’ve spent so much time with her over the last few days I feel like we’re dating. I check the exhaust port and the exhaust mixed with water is spewing out like normal. I check the engine room and I see the manageable leak from the exhaust hose is not manageable anymore. “Jilly, we have to hove to and correct another issue with the exhaust.” She was thrilled about waking up from sleeping, which by the way, every time I try to wake her from her sleep it must be like hearring the boxing bell going off for the next fight round. This time she didn’t come up swinging. She apparently thought I was some bad guy in a scary dream trying grab her. Really! We are in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and for some unknown reason someone is trying to get her. Like I said, at least this time she didn’t come up swinging.

I dig everything out of the lazarette and head down to the area where the exhaust issue is. A long story short or the Readers Digest version. LOL The two inch hose barb of the elbow on the water lift muffler appears to have a crack on it at the point where it enters the elbow. Tada! I know. I’ll use some of that minty green flavored dog poo. Yummy! I mix up a golf ball size batch of the delectable silly putty and start rolling it into the shape of snake. Wonder Twins powers, shape of snake. LOL I start placing my minty green dog poo snake around the joint of the hose barb and the elbow. I force it into the crack all around the joint until it looks like a bad duplicate from Mrs. Dijacamo’s third grade clay project class. You know that object your so proud of after it comes back from the kiln. You know that prize that can only be described by it’s recipient, your mother. Happy Mother’s Day Mom! LOL I reattached the hose and we waited about forty minutes before firing up the beast. Water flowing out the exhaust port and no more leaks from the exhaust hose. Excellent! The minty green dog poo scores another one.

Remember ladies, when your man brings home something and says he needs it, but he doesn’t exactly know when or where he will need it. Let him keep it. Beside it makes us guys happy that one less pair of shoes is on the boat and that whole drawer is full of those kind of things.

On a side note, we are working on getting the award for the most times hove to in a passage. I don’t know what the record is but I have exceeded it in my mind. LOL

That’s all for now from the South Pacific. Cheers!
Captain Dan

Fiji, New Zealand, South Pacific, The South Pacific

When Will It End?

Day 5 Fiji to New Zealand

I suppose I should feel blessed that we have the opportunity to live on our beautiful sailboat and travel in some of the most exotic and spectacular places on earth. And, honestly I do. I really, really do. This trip, however, has really taken it out of me and at times caused me to question the wisdom of this lifestyle. But, wait, you don’t know the latest developments on board Dazzler so let me back up just a moment here.

I had slept in much later than normal. It was after 1000 hours when I opened my eyes and stumbled to the cockpit to see what the new day had brought to our world. It turns out this morning was one of the nicer ones on this passage. It was sunny and a bit chilly out but the seas were not overly rough and we were sailing along at close to six knots. The winds were running between fifteen and twenty knots and we were just between close haul and beam reach. It wasn’t super comfortable but it wasn’t horrible either and most importantly we were making good time. With the hours lost the other night this a very good thing. Dan was happy and that made me happy.

I wasted no time getting dressed and into the cockpit. I knew Dan needed to get some rest and I was a bit upset that he didn’t wake me long before then. I’m always worried about him because he will go without sleep if he thinks I need it. I keep trying to tell him that his rest is far more important but he is forever the gentleman and caretaker. As I make my way to the cockpit I take one look at him and know that he needs a lot more than a nap. His eyes are red and half open and his speech and movements are slow and sluggish. I tell him I expect him to sleep for several hours. He says what he always does… “I’ll sleep as long as I can” and then he disappears down below.

I make my usual check of the instruments, sails etc… and then settle in for my watch. This will not be a set and forget it watch as the winds are constantly changing direction and velocity so I won’t be writing or reading. Nope, I’ll be monitoring our movements every moment. That’s okay though. It’s a nice day out and I’m enjoying watching the ocean as the waves, with their white crests, seem to dance in a sort of chaotic rhythm. I’m also keeping an eye out for more pumice. Yesterday I found several pieces that had come up through the sink in the head. You have to wonder how, in this vast ocean, these tiny pieces of pumice manage to find their way up into a thru hull that is just a couple of inches in diameter. Things that make you go…hmmmm!

Not quite three hours into my watch Dan appears in the companionway. “You were supposed to sleep more.” I say in that motherly tone all women seem to instinctively be able to summon when needed. “I slept as long as I could” he says somewhat defensively. Well, I guess I can’t force him to sleep.

Dan takes over the helm and I head below to warm up. He lets out some sail to get us some more speed because we’ve lost a little with the changing of the winds. When he does we begin to heal more to the starboard side which means the only comfortable spot for me is in the bunk. I take my iPad and my tin whistle and head up to rest. I spend a half hour or so practicing my whistle and then read some of my book. It’s called “In A Sunburned Country” by Bill Bryson. Bill is a very humorous travel writer and this book is about Australia. Since we are planning to go there next season I’m enjoying this and it’s really helped to bring some levity to the darker moments of this passage.

Apparently I tired of reading and fell asleep. I am jolted awake when Dan grabs my legs. He scared the bejesus out of me. Guess I was in a pretty deep sleep or as I like to say, “I was slobber sleeping.” He tells me he’s finished with the Net and then starts going on about our course, the wind, how many days we have left to get there etc… Of course I’m still recovering from being shocked into consciousness so none of it is really registering. I do realize, however, that he’s probably really trying to get me to wake up and fix dinner so I make my way out of the bunk and get ready to cook. Dan goes out to pull in some sail so I’m not getting beat up while I’m cooking.

I open our Engels freezer and reach in to grab the Asian chicken I had prepared and vacuum sealed before we left. “Uh oh…this isn’t right”. The first package of meat I pick up is half thawed. “You have got to be kidding me right? Where are the cameras?” At this point I’m thinking there must be tiny hidden cameras all over the boat. We are surely being used as test rats in some cockeyed psychological experiment to see at what point we both lose our minds. You know…instead of “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop” it’s “how many disasters at sea before completely sane people go batshit crazy?” I’m here to tell you…not many more, for me at least!

Before calling Dan down I unplug both plugs and plug them back in. I turn the freezer off then on, then off, then on again. I jiggle the cords and wiggle the plugs and nothing. Well, I’ve done all the diagnostic work I’m capable of … time to get the Captain.

“Oh Dear. It seems there’s a problem with the Engels now.” I say so sweetly as I call up to the cockpit. Of course he starts by telling me to do the things I’ve already done. Hey, I’m not completely without skills. I have a degree in wiggling and jiggling electric wires and you should see me work on plumbing. I’ve got a steak knife that makes one of the finest plumbing tools ever but that’s another story for another time.

Dan stops what he’s doing and comes down to see what’s wrong. Apparently he doesn’t trust my ability to unplug, replug, wiggle and jiggle because he repeats the same steps I’ve already done and he gets the same result. As I said, “I’m not without skills.”

“It’s probably just a fuse.” He says as he grabs the tools and fuses. He pulls the fuse but it looks fine. Just in case he puts a new one in it. Dadadadadadadaaaaa! And……nothing! I’m sitting on the steps with a silly grin on my face. It’s not that I think it’s funny it’s just that I’m in utter disbelief that yet another thing has gone wrong. You have to understand how much preventative maintenance Dan does on Dazzler. The things that have gone wrong are things we could never have really planned for and yet they just keep happening one right after the other.
Of course now he tells me the thing that wipes that silly grin clean off my face. He’s got to get in the quarter berth. “Nooooo! How many times are we going to have to empty the stuff out of there and put it back in on this trip?” I’m now sulking like a kid whose dad just told her she can’t have ice cream.

Dan starts pulling the stuff out and handing it to me. As he does I’m mentally reviewing each item to determine if it is something we absolutely must have on the boat. For example…Bocci Balls. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve moved these things in the almost three years I’ve been on board yet we have NEVER EVER…NOT EVEN ONE TIME played a game. Honestly, if I could have gotten up the stairs at that moment they would have become part of a reef some 9000 feet down somewhere out here in the Pacific Ocean. Of course I’m keeping my mental notes to myself because I don’t think it’s the right time to bring them up.

With the quarter berth two thirds of the way empty and all of its contents strewn about he cabin for the third time in a couple of days Dan begins working to trace the source of our freezer issue. He finds nothing in the battery compartment so he starts tracing the wires near the plug. Within two minutes he has found the issue. Last year before leaving Mexico he installed a timer that was set to turn off the Engels for a few hours in the middle of the night. It was part of our battery management system when we made the big crossing. When we got to New Zealand and were in the marina we turned it off because we were on shore power. We never turned it back on. Apparently something moved around in that compartment and bumped the switch. Good news is it was an easy fix…bad news is we now have to put everything back in the quarter berth again. Arghhh!

With the Engels back up and running I make dinner and Dan finishes working the sails. He fires up the engine and I hear him make a sound that tells me something is wrong. “No water is coming out of the exhaust.” I just put my head in my hands and sit down to wait for what’s coming next. Apparently he burped some hose and the water started going again. “Thank you Lord.”

After dinner I sit around the table reading for a bit and then finally head in for my nap naively thinking that the issues of the day are behind us. What a silly Jilly I am. You see at precisely 2050 I am once again startled awake by my love and Captain. “Is it time already?” I query as I squint toward the light and the black outline that is Dan. “No, we have engine problems again. I heard a whistling sound and I think the exhaust is leaking again. I have to go into the lazarette and need you to get up.” At this point I don’t know whether to start swearing, crying, laughing or doing all three. God bless Dan though as he’s got this amazing can do attitude so I quietly get up and put on some clothes while he goes out to start working.

He tells me just to sit down and be ready if he needs something so back at the table I sit. Meanwhile I’m wondering how long it will be before he says we have to pull stuff from the quarter berth again. I’m also making a plan for what items will make their way into Davy Jones’ locker so I never have to move them again.

His first fix on the leaking hose doesn’t work so he pulls out the Minute Mend. If you don’t have this or something like it on your boat…run, don’t walk to the nearest store and get some. This stuff saved us twice now as he used it where the hose barb meets the exhaust muffler and the leak was fixed. We were ready to fire the engine back up in thirty minutes.

As you can imagine we’re both exhausted at this point. Dan sends me back to bed but I never did sleep. I finally got up at midnight and told him to go down. So far it’s almost 0400 and everything seems to be fine. Of course it’s now day six of this journey and I’m sitting here on watch just wondering what challenges this day is going to bring. I’m also looking for those hidden cameras and when I find the masochistic psychopaths who thought to use us for their little experiment you can rest assured they will pay dearly. At this point I am not someone anyone wants to mess with…I’ll go postal on them!

Until then I’m just trying to keep a good attitude and a tiny morsel of sanity so that they don’t lock me up before I get some Guinness Stew and a few pints in Whangarei.

Until next time,
Jilly & Dan