Sailing from Dehais our propeller hooked a pot, a fish pot of course. With not enough wind we were motor sailing. We immediately stopped the engine. When the boat came to a stop, we dropped the ladder and I tried to dive under the boat without my flippers. I couldn’t and Polde commented, that I had to much air in my head. I do, that’s why he is the brain and I am the muscle while we are cruising.
Anyway, I thought maybe I had other talents. One time, I mentioned to Anka, that it would be nice to be able to make our own music on the boat. She brought me a small mouth harmonica. I was enthusiastic about learning to play it, until Polde said to me: “Wouldn’t you rather learn Spanish?
P.S. I did get rid of the fishing pot line.
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