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If you were on the Shaker for that grand voyage, click here and tell us your version of the
Lost Dingy trip.
Marty's
Version of the Lost Dingy Adventure
Well,
where do I start? To the best of my knowlege, the beer was flowing long before we left the
dock. The rest is a blur, however I will do my best to recollect. Everything was going to
plan on that fateful day, the sun was shining (as per usual) the beers were cold (and
short in supply) and the spirits were high. Everything was more or less going to plan, it
was at this point that Captain Kris decided to take the mighty dingy for a rip (kalik
influence). Then you can well imagine everyone wanted to take it for a drive. As we
approached Rose island Myself, Nuge, and "Captain" James got in the dingy and
headed off to the island to beat the rush. With shirts still on the boat, a measly one
beer each and the wind to our backs we roared toward the island. Once we got there we
found that it was a typical beach for the Bahamas with the exception that there wasn't a
seedy looking local showing you nudie pictures trying to sign you up on a booze cruise.
When
we looked back the Lost Shaker was nowhere to be seen (insert Twilight Zone theme song
here). We felt it was our duty as a "captain" and a couple of swabbies to find
the ship and direct her semi-permable hull to the saftey of Rose Island. We started back
the way we came in, and it was still nowhere to be seen. We knew they couldn't have gone
far so it was either start going around one side of the island or the other. So off we
went, James on the helm seeing as though he was the senior officer and Nuge and I tougued
out the last miserable drops out of our beers and waited patiently. OUR FIRST MISTAKE was
the assumption that James had any idea where we were going. About 45 mins later Nuge and I
cried "MUTINY" and took over control of the vessel. We turned back the way we
came from and explained to James that we had gone at least three times as far as the Lost
Shaker possibly could have went. 15 minutes later the motor on the dingy crapped out!
It
was at this point that we started to show some realization that not only were we S.O.L.
But we were also sober, which is considered sacrilege by myself and my compadres. It was
at this point that we started walking in the shallow water dragging the boat behind us. 20
minutes later we came across some other sun lovers that were doing what we were supposed
to be doing. With a little persuasion their leader took us to his boat via his dingy so we
could use his radio. After trying to hail our mother ship, "Lost Shaker, Lost Shaker,
this is Lost Dingy, please come in!" for 10 minutes we finally recieved a reply from
Nikki which was "JAMES, where the @*#! are you!" followed shortly by "Lost
Shaker, this is a hailing line, please use a private channel." Apparently the
obcenities thrown back and forth were not appreciated by some fellow boat lovers. It was
at this point that it got bad, we found out that not only was the Lost Shaker hung up it
sand,
the
batteries were dead as well. If I could
remember his name I would give him credit, but anyway the dude who let us use his radio
offered us his dingy to borrow as well as one of his batteries to use to get the Lost
Shaker's motor running. We got prepared and headed back to the L.S. only to find Niki
completely shitfaced and Steve well on his way. It was at this point that I knew we were
in real trouble, THOSE BASTARDS DRANK ALL OF THE BEER! I was not impressed, had to
rehydrate myself with water. So we finally got underway, we returned the dingy and the
battery and started back. It was at this point that Captain Dan showed up in a BASER boat
to help us out, seeing as though we were already on our way back, he offered to drag our
dingy back to speed up our journey. YAY Captain Dan, things were going great now, until he
raced off with our dingy following and then its motor fell off! All I can say is that
there aren't enough swear words in my
vocabulary
to accurately describe the tension we were all feeling, with the exception of Steve who
couldn't possibly be feeling a thing after all the rum he drank. Never the less, we pulled
together and Dan assured us that he had the GPS coordinates for the motor and they would
get a diver out the next day to retrieve it. So we were on our way again, and could you
believe it, we got stuck two more times on our way back.
Despite all the shit that happened that day, I still had a great time and
some how I didn't get a sun burn even though we were shirtless for several hours. I would
do it all again in a second.
Yours
truly,
Marty Olson
Skinah's version of the
Lost Dingy Adventure
They call me Skinah.
This is the tale of the lost dingy according to me. It was a normally harsh morning after a long night
of drinking when we stepped aboard the Lost Shaker ready for Kris’ maiden voyage as
Captain. After we stowed our gear we prepared
for launch. The guru of sailing gave us some last minute instructions about the batteries
which had been draining (such as don’t turn off the engine). After this sage advise we were on our way. We were off to Rose Island for some snorkeling and
fishing.
Half way there we decided that the voyage would be more fun under sail power only so we
shut off the motor. James the first mate of
the vessel decided to take the dingy for a cruise. It
started on the first pull and he was off. After
five minutes he came back and asked if anyone wanted to join him. Marty and Lee each grabbed a couple of cold KALIK
and hopped in. We all agreed to meet at the main beach on Rose
Island.
Every thing was going fine until we lost eye contact with the dingy. Nicki (James’
girlfriend) was getting worried and we decided to go close to shore and see if they were
there. We dropped the anchor but forgot one important element…. we left the sail up. Crash! We
had drifted into a coral reef to the horror of Kris, Nicki, Steve and I. After a few
minutes of panicking a small boat came from shore.
We of coarse thought it was our dingy but it wasn't. It was a tin boat
with a couple of men who toed us off the reef. We
safely anchored and wondered where the crew of the dingy was. All of a sudden we heard, “Lost Shaker this is lost dingy over…”). We jumped to the radio and asked what had
happened. It turned out that James had decided to race us around the island .He had gotten
half way around and the motor quit. They drifted for a while then ran into another boat
and used their radio. We said that we would go and get them. Kris went to start the motor and surprise…
the batteries had drained and the motor would not start. We called back the dingy and they
managed to persuade the owner of the other boat to lend us their dingy and an extra
battery.
Meanwhile on the Shaker the only thing that could calm our nerves was the rest of the
supply of KALIK. By the time the dingy got back we had forty eight beer done. We quickly
got the battery in place and we were off to return the dingy and the extra battery. Every
thing was going great we had found the dingy and crew, the motor was running and we had
also found a bottle of rum.
All of a sudden there was a tremendous thud and the boat just stopped. We were not sure
what we hit but we assumed it was another reef. We
returned the dingy and got our dingy. While all this was happening Dan the guru of sailing
had heard our distress and came to our rescue in a huge rescue boat. Dan met Marty half way back to the boat, tied it
to the rescue boat dropped off Marty and left for the harbor. He got about one hundred
meters then stopped. We looked at the boat then at the dingy and saw that the motor had
fallen off and was at the bottom of the Caribbean Sea.
Discouraged and disgusted we set on our way to the harbour. We were about half way back
when the sun started to set .In about ten minutes it had totally disappeared .We were
blind and going through a narrow opening on our maiden voyage. All of a sudden we heard a soft hissing sound then
we stopped. We had hit a sand bar exposed
from the low tide. We tried in vain to get free but it was no use .Our only choice was to
call Dan back with the rescue boat. After a
few good tugs we were free and back on course. We
docked, got off and vowed never to speak of this moment again till now. The final tally
was forty eight Kalik, one twenty six of rum, seven weary souls and one hell of a story.
The cast was KRIS, SKINAH, MARTY, LEE, NICKI, JAMES and STEVE. THANKS FOR THE RIDE!
