Captain's Log: Stardate 11047.9
Just letting everyone know -- it's already started. Last night, as I fastened the new rail cushions on the starboard side of the Enterprise, Captain Toby Moors of the USS Indecent Proposal (Is Starfleet running out of names?) asked "Are you going soft on your crew, Edd?"

Soft? Maybe. But, we'll try it for a while and see how it works out. Besides, if it gets Lt. Commander Mitch to concentrate more on wind shifts and currents than how his delicate tushy hurts when hiking out, it may be to our benefit.

But, make no mistake, as soon as another captain calls us the Starship Vaginaprise, those suckers are going in the drink.

As for the race, it was just us and the Klingon Battlecruiser Glory Days. My guess is that Chaika, the Terrorist, Forza and Star just were too scared to face us and our Rail Cushions of Doom. Our start wasn't spectacular -- we were on the line all right, just there 30 seconds early and had to run the length of the line to the pin. Unfortunately, the committee boat was so favored last night that us naming her "Favored End" wasn't funny any longer.

We rounded the windward mark after Glory Days, but our spinnaker set went much quicker, giving us an easy pass within a few feet of the mark. But, they weren't that far behind - and we give them oodles of time. It wasn't looking good.

In most good science fiction movies, when in battle and things are looking like it's over for our heroes, there's this surprise moment when another ship comes out of nowhere and helps save the day. The Enterprise did it in the 2009 Star Trek Movie and the Millennium Falcon did it in 1977's Star Wars. So, as things were looking bleak for us on the downwind leg, all of a sudden, out of nowhere . . .


. . . Chugging along on their upwind leg and headed straight for Glory Days, Captain Tony Sklarew yelled out as strongly as a photon torpedo blast, "Leeward!"

There was a short pause and then a response from Glory Days: "Starboard!"

Tony was ready. "Starboard AND leeward!"

Glory Days tried to make evasive maneuvers, but could not avoid the mighty Alviento. Now, I'm not so sure it was very sportsmanship-like of us, but we did let out a cheer - and a protest flag.

We followed the currents and puffs as the wind lightened, gaining distance on our follower. Our jibe and take down went very well and we were even approaching boats that started five minutes ahead of us.

We crossed the finish line over two minutes ahead of Glory Days, who radioed us on subspace frequencies that they did one penalty turn on their upwind leg. I reminded the Klingon captain that it was supposed to be two turns, as per the rules - not mentioning that the turns are also to be taken as soon as possible after the incident (the key word there being "possible", not "convenient".)

A pause again. Then: "Well, we tried."

While my calculations show that we would have beaten them on time anyway, Glory Days withdrew from the race, giving the Enterprise her first victory of the season and making me very happy. Maybe I'll go a little soft on the crew.