We set all sail and headed off to the island of Elba (where Napoleon was exiled). We sailed for two days, before docking in the picturesque port of - wait for it - Portoferraio (precise spelling is up to the reader).
The pilot and harbour master finally agreed that we could moor right in the middle of town. To Captain Simon's delight, our mooring required the ship to be reversed in, port side to, with at least six inches between Tenacious and the nearest floating Gin Palace. Sean was at the helm for this trifling affair, with the DOTI boat standing by to give a swift nudge in the right direction, if needed.
Due to superb weather and yet more blazing sunshine, the crew's oilies continue to gather dust on their pegs, whilst shorts and sandals may soon be the order of the day.
Harry and some of the Bosun's Mates found a suitably dubious bar, and with Carly doing a stint as an impromptu bar maid, all were duly served with beer, then served again, and again and .... well you get the idea.
According to the Captain, Harry's head will be reattached to his shoulders some time tomorrow.
Sean Aft Port.