Captain’s Log: Stardate 10581.6
As the remnants of Hurricane Wilma (the 873rd hurricane to hit America this season) passes by our area, I’m happy to report that it looks like the Enterprise will ride out the storm just fine. Even though initial reports that Wilma will merge with Tropical Depression Alpha and then merge with the cold storm front hanging over the northeast looked like an opportunity to start filming The Perfect Storm II, it looks like it won’t be that bad. And, with winds coming from the Northeast, both Enterprise-A and B are nicely protected in the lee of City Island.

Believe me, during this morning’s root canal (what an experience) the Enterprise and her crew was all I could think about. Not to say it was really, really bad, but there was a point there where I started listing in my mind all of the places I’d rather be – Philadelphia, France and a day with Fred Cosandey all made the list.

But back to the Enterprise -- I went out there over the weekend to start winterizing the new ship by flushing pink anti-freeze (looks like Kool-Ade but doesn’t have the same sweet taste) through the three water tanks and the water system. All that’s left to do is bring it around to the boatyard and winterize the impulse drive. That will happen Saturday.

I remembered that there was a box of materials that was placed in my locker months ago, so on a whim, I decided to, for the first time, take a look at what’s there. Not only did I find manuals for the engine, the auto-pilot (SULU,) and the ship itself, I found polar diagrams – a chart that shows how the Enterprise will perform at the various wind angles, speed vs. VMG. A rare find indeed.

I’ll scan one and forward it to the crew soon, but the gist is that at 120 degrees off the wind, assuming sails are trimmed right, we should be moving safely at Warp speeds that on the last Enterprise would have had us reducing sail and scaring the living hell out of Lefty.

Armed with this information and a set of new Quantum Carbon/Twaron sails (really top of the line super-sweet stuff) it looks like next season will be a blast.

I’ll get some practice in during mid-December down in the Caribbean when I hop aboard either Stars & Stripes or True North for a race. As fast paced and fun as I’m sure it will be, I can’t wait to get back on the Enterprise with the best crew in the fleet.

Captain's Log: Stardate 10577.5
As captain of the ship, one of my many concerns is crew morale. For example, after the cancellation of the Fall Series, I knew I was going to get subspace messages from the crew expressing their disappointment. Therefore, Lt. Commander Mitch's eloquent message of "THAT SUCKS!" was expected. I was not prepared, however, for Lt. Kurt’s equally eloquent "Blech. I agree with Mitch." This was more of a blow to the crew than I could imagine.

What really took me by surprise was how disappointed the Enterprise was. She wanted to race so badly that if we weren't going to sail her, dammit, she’ll sail herself. And she did. On Saturday night or Sunday morning, the Enterprise broke free from her mooring and sailed Eastchester Bay. No crew. No captain. No kidding.

As did 12 other boats off of City Island. The windstorm that hit had gusts over 50mph and was much more than some mooring lines could handle. The guys from Sea Tow and Tow Boat US had their hands full pulling boats off of rocks and beaches throughout the area. They found the Enterprise afloat and drifting off of Throgs Neck before towing her back to Consolidated Yards.

I arrived at the club Sunday morning with Scotty ready to do some electrical work on the bridge when I noticed that the Enterprise wasn’t there. Panic set in. Luckily, before I started killing people, someone told me that she came loose and was probably at Consolidated. I went over and investigated.

I’m happy to report that everything looks fine. No water in the bilge. No change in waterline. Nothing broken. Nothing snapped or loose. The Enterprise survived. Of course, when she’s hauled in a few weeks, we may see differently, but I believe she’s fine. So, after a few hours of panic, worry and paperwork with the salvage company, we backed her out of Consolidated and returned the Enterprise home onto some fresh mooring lines.

What a day. When I got home, she said “I doubt you’d be as deeply worried if you came home and I was missing.” Still trying to figure out what the point was of that one.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10576.4
It is with deep regret that I have to report the cancellation of the Fall Series, thereby ending the racing season for our new Enterprise. Despite our troubles, we have been learning a great deal and, with the addition of our new sail next year, hope to do much better.

Still, I’m proud to say that we did win one trophy this year and it was in no way an easy one to win. This November, we’ll be picking up our second place for the CIYC Distance Race.

We say farewell to Lt. Kurt, who will be moving out to the West Coast and flat-out refuses to use Jet Blue to fly back here on Wednesday Nights. On more than one occasion, Kurt’s been referred to as my “Spock,” always calculating Time on Time factors on the water as well as knowing all the facts about any subject ranging from the breaking strengths of Kevlar, Spectra and Pentex to anal leakage studies of low-fat potato chips. To this day, I still can’t figure out just how Kurt knows that Mitch has had sex with goats nor what happened between them that he’d want to make that information public. I hope Kurt continues to sail and we wish him the very best. He will be greatly missed.

We also say farewell to Ensign Phil, who apparently has proven the existence of a black hole by falling into one. Phil disappeared about two months ago and hasn’t been heard from since.

Lastly, we say goodbye (did we ever say hello?) to Ensign Sharon, who supposedly wanted to come racing, but doesn’t get out of work until after seven and apparently doesn’t go out on weekends. So much for that idea.

We say hello to Crewman Ozzy, back from Sri Lanka and ready to race again. Ozzy reports that he’d love to do more pleasure sailing and he has legions (that was his word) of lady friends that want to come out too. Ozzy, with that attitude, you’ll make Commander in no time.

Why Crewman and not Ensign? As of now, all beginners will be given the rank of Crewman and must “stick to it” in order to be given an officer’s rank.

And speaking of rank, it is my pleasure to announce the promotion of Mitch to Lieutenant Commander. Mitch has proven himself to be an important part of the crew and always willing to learn new things about racing. He would have been bumped to Commander, but his all-too-personal questions about my mast bend and the absence of sushi this season has kept him from the “higher ranks.” Nevertheless, he has shown the dedication and ability that embodies the spirit of Starfleet and its flagship, the Starship Enterprise.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10575.6
(or for our futuristic Jewish friends: Stardate 396599.9 – Happy Rosh Hashanah!)
One of my favorite fixtures on the bridges of the various incarnations of the Enterprise on TV and in the movies is the captain’s chair. Over the years I’ve watched it change from big and bulky to minimalistic and functional. They’ve ranged from upright “office” chairs (Star Trek: The Motion Picture) to living-room-type lounges (Star Trek: The Next Generation.) My chair at work, I’m proud to say, is very similar to the one on the Enterprise-A. Comfort, style and functionality, all rolled into one. All I need are buttons on the side so I can call down to Engineering and demand more power.

But on Saturday, I found myself in the worst chair – A chair I try to avoid. A chair that, even though could be compared to Jean-Luc Picard’s on the Enterprise-D, when you sit in it, you have no hope of command or control over your destiny. Oh yes, it’s the dentist’s chair.

Before getting started, Dr. Wu, D.D.S., looked down at the TRIAL.COM logo on my chest and asked what type of law I practice. I quickly replied “Dental malpractice.” Unfortunately, it didn’t phase him in the least as he did a little temporary work and strongly suggested a root canal for my chipped #30. Ugh. I needed some cheering up – and fast.

So where do I go? The new West Marine in Rockland, of course. Switches, wires, and lights, oh my. And then it was back home where I put on some ELO and got to work on my little project that will not only restore 12 volt power to the cockpit, but repair the compass light and add cockpit lighting – all on waterproof switches. Very cool.

But, I needed more. So, on Sunday, Scotty and I hosted Lt. Mitch and his wife Pam along with Ensign Bill and his wife Erica, along with a friend of Bill’s and three children for a little cruise on the Enterprise. The wind, unfortunately, was very light and the passing powerboat wakes had Erica feeling queasy and one of the kids proudly throwing up (a little) into Western Long Island Sound. Yes, I did use the word “proudly.” He stood, smiled and said “I threw up in the water a little! I’m the King of the Ocean!” I didn’t have the heart to tell him that if that was the only qualifier to achieve monarchy over the ocean, Dave, Jory, Lefty and Laura have already been crowned.

We started the impulse drive and powered for a little cruise along the East River towards the airport. Everyone felt much better and it was a delightful day on the water. We must do this sort of thing (non-racing get-togethers) much more often.

However, we do have one more race to go this season. For the Fall Series, this weekend, all crew are to report to the Enterprise by 0930 Hours.