13 Sep 21

Mouse Chronicles, continued. We woke up to find that the mouse, or Stewart (from Stewart Little) had found his way into the food locker overnight and nibbled 2 of the nectarines, a bit of courgette, half of an ear of corn, a small bite or two out of a loaf of bread (in a completely different location, and had torn to shreds several sheets of tissue paper (for a nest?); very bad indeed. The Admiral went ballistic and declared all-out thermonuclear war, but after hours of searching, I could not pinpoint a target to take out. We went about our business for the morning, but decided to move off the dock to a mooring ball over at McDonald Island; this would also put us closer to the rapids for tomorrow’s early departure. John and Laurie decided they did not want to risk acquiring our stow-away, so they took a separate mooring ball After dinner, we were just sitting down to guitars again when Stewart popped his head out of the locker again. Once again we chased him around the cockpit with lethal intent but were unable to land a solid blow. He disappeared back into the lazarette. 

50-11.191’N, 123-48.264’W; Log = 2.2, Sum (2021) = 693.0 N-m; Eng hrs = 0.7, Sum = 2855.4