Captain’s Log: Stardate 10447.9
“I got it!”

Those three little words make all the difference in the world. They’re usually spoken by a brave, knowledgeable soul during times of intense crisis. When something must be done but it looks like it just can’t be done, someone saying “I got it!” will calm those involved. What must be done, but looks like can’t be done, will get done. That someone will be a hero. That someone will save us all.

I believe Captain Kirk said something similar as he left the bridge to the lower decks and single-handedly saved the Enterprise-B from certain destruction in the opening sequence of the 7th Star Trek film, “Generations.”

In last night’s Wednesday night’s race, our Enterprise was clearly in the lead, performing extremely well on both upwind and downwind legs. The foredeck team (now with Commander Richard following Commander Dave’s lead) did a superb job. In fact, everyone did a superb job. No mess ups. All performing as one would expect from the officers on the flagship of the Federation.

… Until the first spinnaker take-down, where the spinnaker halyard was caught and the chute was not completely down – hanging over the hatch. We turned upwind, hardened up and started moving again at high warp. The crew was hard at work putting things away and setting up for another tack and eventually another spinnaker set.

But the halyard was still stuck. I called out. No response. I yelled out. Still no response. We couldn’t tack until this was taken care of and off in the distance (though not an immediate threat) the land mass known as Throgs Neck was dead ahead. “We need that spinnaker halyard eased!” I said again. No response. Uh oh.

Something must be wrong. We have a problem and they’re trying to fix it – and it must be bad because nobody is telling me what it is. Oh no.

Will it cost us the race? Can it be fixed? Do we need to cut it loose? What’s broken? How much will it cost to replace? Is there more than one thing broken? Oh no.

And then, like a gallant knight riding in on a white horse, Lt. Patty ran forward to the halyards and said those three words we all needed to hear: “I got it!”

Suddenly, I’m at ease. Things are going to be fine. We have a hero on board and she’s got it under control. She’s confident, bold, and able to do what needs to be done to save the Enterprise, the crew, and the race.

… and then she dropped the jib.

Fuck.

I won’t go into further details, but commendations should go out to Commanders Dave, Richard and Jory, as well as to Lt. Mitch and visiting USS Exuberance officer MarTune for getting everything back to normal as quickly as possible. How much time did we lose? 15 seconds? 20 seconds? 30 seconds?

We lost 2nd Place to Neverland Express by 5 seconds. And unlike the previous log entry, at least this time we know exactly where it happened. Oh well, it was a blast anyway.