Well, today we're anchored to wait out some weather. In the last 48 hours, I travelled a grand total of 300 yards to our loading port. We topped off, and went to anchor out in the Delaware river. By the time we dropped the hook, the snow was swirling around us in true nor'easter fashion. Ah well.
Anyhow, the night ended on an easy note. We ended up tossing snowballs at the tug that is tied off to us, which roused the mate on watch enough to open the door and step outside. Big mistake. The barge captain on here bombed the guy perfectly, shattering a big ol' snowball right next to the guy, completely fragging him. Perfect shot.
While we were sleeping, one of the tug guys peed on our door. That wasn't an awesome surprise, but the yellow snow was funny, anyhow. I guess we're even. We ended up staying up late to watch a movie, so whoever marked their territory did it in the darkest hours of the night.
It looks like we're going to have to wait out the wind here for another day, which means that I'll be heading home from our next port, about 100 miles to the south. My truck is in Philly, so someone has to cart my ass back here so's I can drive home. It sounds like Wednesday will be a long day.
And, finally, today's Brazilian:
Song of the Sea: Dream of the Drowned Submariner
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