Today we set sail from Gunwharf Quays, the sun was shining and spirits were high as the wind pulled us across to Cowes. The other boat, Challenger 2 was late to depart and cowardly decided to make the voyage under motor power only, beating us to Cowes by a matter of minutes.

Zebbie, a valiant member of crew decided to take upon the role of head chef, even though it was not his watch’s responsibility. He helped cook up a marvellous spag bol that was enjoyed by all.

The harbour is quiet and everyone is delighted to be under way. Tomorrow, we head to Poole, a five-hour sail where we anticipate to improve our skills, both sailing and personal, and further develop a tight bond between us all.

Today we woke up, had a lovely cereal breakfast and went over some man overboard training.

We set sail from Cowes to Poole. As we were sailing, we set up the Mainsail and the two head sails, which tipped our boat on its side at around 20-30 degrees for most of the day.

We tacked a few times out of The Needles and we sailed across Christchurch and Poole bay on a singular tack.

Then, we tacked a few more times into Poole Harbour and parked the boat. Before we entered the harbour, we lowered the Mainsail and our head sails.

Our lunch today was pasta with tomato sauce. And our dinner was a lovely fish and chips with mushy peas and gravy.

We were allowed off the boat for a few hours and had a stroll around the town.

My favourite part of the day was the raising the big sail and driving the boat. My least favourite part was getting sea sick.

Today we rose at 06:30 in order to take advantage of the tide, and had a breakfast of overnight oats with optional fruit.

Then we set sail at 07:00, as we were sailing, we erected the Main, Yankee and Stay sails, which tipped our boat at around a 20-30 degree angle for most of the sail.

Although the day started calm with gentle seas and medium winds, the wind and rain were merciless and bullied the boat and its crew for hours and hours on end.

Many young crew members attempted and succeeded in driving the boat through the rough waters. Before we entered the Lymington Harbour, we lowered the Mainsail and our head sails to ensure a safe and controlled entry.

Our lunch today was pasties with beans and left over cheesy chips from the previous night, which attended to the hunger set in on our fatigued crew. Our dinner was a scrumptious curry with rice and poppadum’s prepared and served by the one and only Bruno Kandhola.

We were allowed off the boat for a couple of hours in order to explore the town of Lymington, despite the ongoing drizzle. Tomorrow our destination is unsure due to the unpredictable weather we face.

My favourite part of today was the luxurious showers we were met with at the harbour.

Hence the coming of dawn on a crisp Saturday sunrise, we were roused to a fine sea breeze of which we had been warned of its treacherous nature.

However, the crew showed unmatched perspicacity in the face of such adversity. We were pleasantly surprised by a scrumptious morsel of scrambled eggs and bagels prepared by an improvised chef and sous-chef on board our worthy vessel.

The mighty winds battled with our steadfast watercraft. However, our most treasured Skipper led a diligent company of seamen southward of the marina and onwards to our destination. Our quest was long and treacherous, and the ever-present winds created turgescence within the crew, the winds howled crashing against the sails creating a foof of sounds. As it passed half the crew battled on deck in the face of adversity, but the other half bravely withstood the effects of sea sickness to prepare a mammilla of carrot, potatoes, and cabbage to feed the hungry mouths.

As the sails hoisted to their masts, a picaro of sounds unleashed as the crew profligate the ropes to prevent injury. As we sailed onwards to our destination, we spotted our nemesis in the distant fog… as we rapidly closed the distance between the deadly marauder and the meek fishing vessel that had the name Challenger 2 plastered on its hull.

We noticed once again they were vile, filthy menaces, whose only task was to win. But alas, they should have known that the crew of Challenger 3 were relentless and soon overtook the incompetent crew of Challenger 2 who barely managed to raise their sails and instead had to rely on their internal combustion engines like simpletons to propel them into hopeless despair.

As we neared our finish line the crew of Challenger 3 expertly navigated the channel in which many dangers lay, and as expected we docked in such an expert manner that the crew of the superyacht rejoiced as we docked.

After we witnessed Challenger 2 crash into port, we ate a scrumptious meal in which Will made cheesy mash, which we broke bread and wine over a heartfelt conversation.