"The Black Hole of Point Sturt" is the tale of the most infamous sailing race victory of the miniature schooner Flying Tadpole II 25 years ago, forever earning her the enmity of the fibreglass sailboat owners of the Murray Lakes. You can find the full story (illustrated) at http://www.ace.net.au/schooner/blakhole.htm It's true, all of it. Other than I can't vouch for the virgins, they weren't on my boat.
THE BLACK HOLE OF POINT STURT (Part 3)
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In which Flying Tadpole’s cut-throat crew stirs, but her skipper rescues the situation (of course)
So now the schooner’s motley crew,
Enraged, turned on their skipper:
“You spangled drongo, you galah,
You half-digested kipper!
“Look at what you’ve gone and done,
You tiller-hugging freak,
You’ve let the fleet get clear away
And left us up the creek!”
The skipper sneered “You scurvy dogs!”
And, brandishing the kedge,
“Have you no faith in Tadpole here
That you now walk the edge
“Of rank and noxious mutiny??
And all because you feel
That as the fleet’s five miles ahead
They’ll not be brought to heel!
“Oh ye of microscopic faith,
We’ll win this race, you’ll see!
We’ve still got steerage way right now,
And two boats’ company.
“And over there, hard alongshore
A tiny zephyr’s blowing.
The three boats here can catch that fleet,
Without resort to rowing.
“All we need do is bribe some sprite
To steal the race fleet’s air,
And make them wait in durance vile,
At least, ‘till we get there.”
So there, aboard the leading boat,
‘Midst mistletoe and song,
They sacrificed a virgin
(They’d passengers along).
And then the three boats, free from doubt,
Along the shoreline crept,
Tacked in and out, and round about
And over fishnets leapt.