Sailing The Whitsundays #2

Welcome Abourd the British Defender!

I walk into the Southern Cross Sailing office in the hope of scoring a volunteer position working on a sailboat. . Sweet, I'm on pon the Defender in just under two weeks. Or so I thought. I go back to Beaches to have some lunch and while doing so I get interrupted by a phonecall.
It's Southern Cross.
"You've just been cut from this sailing trip, but come in and we'll sort you out on another", the lady on the phone says.
"OooooK", I sigh. Being so keen on this sailing trip I brush my shoulder off and head back to Southern Cross. After a few minutes I finally get someone to talk to me.
"I've got a special assignment for you, Paul", she says with a sly smile on her face.
"I'm listening", I wait for her to continue.
"How would you like to be our mystery shopper on the British Defender?"
"What do you mean, Mystery Shopper?", I inquire with some reservation.
"Well, we'll send you out with the British Defender and all you have to do is give us feedback on how the sail experience goes."
"Alright, sounds good, but what are the terms?" I ask hoping to score a discount.
"You will be snuck in as just another tourist on the boat, all expenses paid. All you have to do is complete a questionnaire apres-sail. The only catch is, you would leave tomorrow." She slows her roll.
"Shit Yeah!" I say in my mind while letting my poker face slip into a smile. "That sounds great", nodding, "but I have to make sure I can get work off." I reply while doing my best to make it sound as if it's a done deal.
I'd be back within the half hour to confirm my tentative agreement and leave hopping all the way down the street. I had just gotten a $300 sail trip for my two cents. Sweet As!!
From then on I did my best to stay professional while criticizing/spying on the crew, as the pictures no doubt will suggest.


Good Tymes!!

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