It only takes a dollar...

It only takes a part worth a dollar to ruin a million dollar engine. Yes we are broken yet again. A bolt in part of the engine came loose because of some idiot back in Germany can't do his fucking job. Since he fail to tighten this said bolt, and his boss didn't double check (who needs QA right?) it came loose and banged around the engine causing it to be a piece of shit. So we are headed back to Rybovich Marina to have the engine REPLACED AGAIN! Yeah, same engine that was already replaced once. FUCK THIS SHIT!



The 3rd boat is already in West Palm getting repaired, we are headed there soon, and the 1st boat will be there shortly as well. Talk about a FAIL! The 4th boat is still in Key West doing it's preps. Its only a matter of time before it starts to break. They should just move our homeport to West Palm. Better yet, we all should sail back to Louisianna and beach all the FRC's and walk away.

We had only been underway a couple of hours when we shut the engine down. We were on our way to Key West to do a 3 week patrol. We didn't even make it half way there when the EOW came to the CO to tell him to shut down the starboard engine because of a knocking noise. So we shut it down and started to head back. We didn't pull into Miami. We waited off shore, cutting holes in the water, until a factory technician could come on board to look at the engine. Of course that meant the next day. So we patrolled off shore on one engine all night. Yeah GREAT idea. Needless to say, the next morning we lost the other engine. It just all of a sudden reduced power. The engineers secured the port engine and we sat drifting in the middle of the ocean with only the bow thruster. Thankfully it was only a loose plug so we were able to restart the port engine and took our happy asses back into Miami. Also during all of this we had major computer issues. We basically went both days without any computer access. Awesome.

To top all this off, I am getting over being sick. I slept all last weekend. So Monday morning when I woke up I felt like crap and it progressively got worse as they day went on. I was kinda glad the we came back on Tuesday because that meant I could get some good drugs. Ok maybe not good, but at least sick call provided them instead of me buying them. Today is the first day I feel really good. I had to stop taking the meds because they made me loopy as hell.

So this week we return to work to sit on our asses and pretend we are a patrol boat.