30/11/2008, North Atlantic Ocean, North of Cape Verdes
Crossing the
Atlantic with the ARC is not limited to aging groups of mates like us. There
are whole families that do it with young children (I believe there were more
than 20 this year). The ARC office lays on a programme of activities for the
children alongside everything else and one of these is a competition to earn
the privilege of taking ‘Eddie the Iguana’ on his annual Atlantic crossing with
the ARC. All they have to do is send a picture, story or poem about Eddie and
the judges would do the rest. We heard there was a shortage of entries this
year so took the liberty of making our own submission with a little poem
dedicated to one of our colleagues on the pontoon. For some reason they were
reluctant to let Eddie come with us.
Now Edward was an Iggy, an Iggy that loved to sail
He's been across the oceans in wind and rain and hail
And now in Gran Canaria, another trip he planned
To sail to St Lucia and lie in Caribbean sands
One day in a dodgy nightclub he met a Captain John
Who skippered a boat called 'Ula', and Ed could come
along
Captain John assured him it was the friendliest of crews
'Just bring your Iggy lifejacket - and lots and lots of
booze!'
Now Ula was a lovely boat, the shiniest in the fleet
It had all the gadgets you could want but was lacking one
thing - meat
Captain John was dark of heart and had an evil plan
He'd been to town that very day and bought a brand new
pan
And so one dark and stormy night the crew sat down to eat
And Eddie sat there waiting for the latest culinary treat
His Iggy stomach rumbled in eager expectation
Of food the cook had now prepared for Edward's
delectation
And Edward sat across the table looking at the crew
But when he asked what dinner was, the crew replied 'it's
you!'
So Eddie's now in Iggy heaven - he's well and truly dead
While meanwhile down on Ula, the crew are well and truly
fed
And Captain John is smiling at his evil misadventures
As he uses Eddie's rib bones to clean the meat from out
his dentures





