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<blockquote data-quote="Job" data-source="post: 4226991" data-attributes="member: 37196">It is hard to say who popped the first cork, but an hour after departure--as soon as the ship has passed the five-mile limit--the entire group was invited into the Officer's Mess.&nbsp; The room was crowded with shipmates: Father Rucker was there, as was a still-shaking but smiling Martin LeBlanc, the biochemist George Barow, female pilot Camille Bardier, Øyvind our dog handler, physician Dr. Watkins, geologist Jim Poole, and polar guide Paco Guerini to name but a few.&nbsp; Notably missing was Vittorio Luizzi, the demolitionist, but he told his bunkmates that he was &quot;OK&quot; and asked them to go along without him.&nbsp; The champagne flowed freely!&nbsp; Starkweather and Moore both toasted the future and the expedition's good fortune, grinning ear to ear.&nbsp; &quot;To our place in history!&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Hear, hear!&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Salute!&quot;&nbsp; &quot;To our success!&quot;&nbsp; &quot;CHEERS!&quot;&nbsp; *loud clapping and whistling*&quot;To our destiny!&quot; As the party wore on, Peter Sykes entertained all with old Newfoundland whaler's chanteys accompanied by spoons and cook-pot drums, and offered to teach the words to whomever wanted to learn.&nbsp; Many tall tales were told, both of great accomplishments and stunning disasters, with much backslapping, toasting, laughing and singing.The fun goes on until sunset, when the ship's cook cleared the room to begin setting up for dinner.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Job (the tortured one).</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Job, post: 4226991, member: 37196"] It is hard to say who popped the first cork, but an hour after departure--as soon as the ship has passed the five-mile limit--the entire group was invited into the Officer's Mess. The room was crowded with shipmates: Father Rucker was there, as was a still-shaking but smiling Martin LeBlanc, the biochemist George Barow, female pilot Camille Bardier, Øyvind our dog handler, physician Dr. Watkins, geologist Jim Poole, and polar guide Paco Guerini to name but a few. Notably missing was Vittorio Luizzi, the demolitionist, but he told his bunkmates that he was "OK" and asked them to go along without him. The champagne flowed freely! Starkweather and Moore both toasted the future and the expedition's good fortune, grinning ear to ear. [COLOR=Yellow]"To our place in history!" "Hear, hear!" "Salute!" "To our success!" "CHEERS!" [/COLOR] *loud clapping and whistling* [COLOR=Yellow]"To our destiny!"[/COLOR] As the party wore on, Peter Sykes entertained all with old Newfoundland whaler's chanteys accompanied by spoons and cook-pot drums, and offered to teach the words to whomever wanted to learn. Many tall tales were told, both of great accomplishments and stunning disasters, with much backslapping, toasting, laughing and singing. The fun goes on until sunset, when the ship's cook cleared the room to begin setting up for dinner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one). [/QUOTE]

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