Captain’s Log: Stardate 10655.1
To say last night was a great night would be an understatement and had the wind kept up, it would have been an excellent night. Still, with a great start and expert sail handling, the Enterprise, thanks to her crew, was moving as one would expect the Flagship of the Federation would. Our biggest mistake was mine and mine alone – not covering the Klingon warship Tenacious on the final leg. He was watching our stern until the very end.

Once again Commander Dave was thinking ahead. Knowing that Ensign Jonathan was going to be cleaning the hull earlier that night and then later handling the downhaul and topping lift at his command, Dave put a school of baby Ceti Eels near the hull.

Ceti Eels, for those who don’t know, are inhabitants of planet Ceti Alpha V, and featured in the second Star Trek movie, The Wrath of Khan. It is the only indigenous creature of Ceti Alpha V to survive after Ceti Alpha VI exploded and sent Ceti Alpha V into a different orbit. After the explosion, the planet was laid waste, and the Ceti Eel, along with Khan and his people, were the only survivors. To survive, young slime-covered larvae will seek out a larger animal, enter its skull through the ear and wrap itself around the cerebral cortex. This causes the subject to be susceptible to suggestion. Khan used baby Ceti Eels on Captain Clark Terrell and Commander Pavel Chekov of the USS Reliant. They followed Khan’s orders to strand the rest of the Reliant crew and use the ship to attack the Enterprise.

Usually, as the Eel grows, the host suffers from insanity and eventual death. Such was the case for Captain Terrell. Luckily, Chekov’s Eel exited his ear before the same fate.

When Jonathan came out of the water, he was covered in them, and one did drop out of his ear. Dave, fast thinker that he is, was quick to say it was a brine shrimp.

And Lt. Commander Mitch, obviously in-the-know, washed them overboard before a closer investigation could be made.

Did any stay in his ear? We’re not sure. But, when Dave asked for more topping lift, Jonathan was very quick to oblige.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10653.2
Yesterday afternoon, the small Westchester County town of Sleepy Hollow woke up when a tornado formed in the Hudson River and came ashore ripping its way through homes, businesses and highways on its way to Hawthorne and Valhalla. Trucks were overturned, buildings were destroyed and some of the areas looked like a war zone.

Did the crew of the Enterprise take action and rush to help those in need? Hell no. It’s race night. And race we did.

In all honesty, the storms had already passed and the next cell was a good three hours off. We had a window of clearing skies and fair winds and EBYRA took it. Crews rushed down to the dock covered in bright yellow foul weather gear. Except our Ensign Zoraida, who waited for the launch in a short skirt and heels. Time was short and she decided, correctly so, to change on board the ship. As the crew rigged up for departure, she locked herself in my quarters where none could see.

But this is a starship loaded with 23rd Century technology and, as captain, I was able to access the security camera:

Fucking lens cap! Dammit!

Our start was not bad – we were about 15 seconds late despite some comments about how we were going to be early and we did very well keeping with the fleet until the wind clocked down to 3mph, resulting in a complete loss of warp drive. Not our fault. Our spinnaker set went well, thanks to the discussion the week prior and some good communication. I chose to take a flyer along the Throgs Neck shore in hopes to catch a wind channel and after a semi-good jibe, we were on our way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to make a difference.

Ensign Jonathan did complain during the jibe that we have having some trouble getting the pole up. We suggested a blue pill, but if, after taking it, his pole was up for more than four hours, he was to consult a physician.

Hopefully a really hot one.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10651.2
With very light winds last night and with our impulse drive still under repair (estimated repair date is tomorrow,) the Enterprise never left orbit last night. Luckily, the winds were so light that all races ended up being cancelled for the evening.

Instead, with the limited crew we had on board, we ran through drills of setting, jibing and dousing the spinnaker. Thanks to those on board and Commander Dave’s instructions, we seem to have it all locked down. And, we’ve officially squashed Commander Richard’s idea of taping down the jib sheets (Oh man, it would have been bad.)

But, we now have a plan in place. Next week’s spinnaker set is going to go perfectly. We’ll have uninterrupted jibes and our take down will be smooth as silk without any loss whatsoever of warp speed. Right guys? Right? Hello?

Back at the club, the lack of Zoraida’s cookies brought on (somewhat disturbing) conversations about Kurtjolina (People Magazine cover coming soon) and something about a squirrel’s hairy balls. I tuned out for a moment, so I couldn’t confirm nor deny the two subjects were related.

Finally, it looks like our very own Ensign Jonathan is in a classic rock band named CC & Company, and they have a gig this Saturday, 9:30pm, at The River Roadhouse in Hastings-On-Hudson (533 Warburton Ave., 914-478-5227.) Of course, everyone is invited to see if Jon can play keyboard better than he handles spinnaker. The band promotes themselves as a Classic Rock-n-Roll band with a little bit of Country, perhaps proving Jonathan is the love-child of Donny and Marie Osmond. Star Fleet Intelligence managed to find this photo of the band (our Ensign is highlighted on the right.)

I’m not sure where one would go to purchase matching black leather vests, but I bet the guy on the left does (rumor has it, he was last seen serving up “Johnny Cakes” at a diner in New Hampshire to a guy named Vito.)