We're working our way down the coast of Spain (and I mean working as the wind and waves are conspiring against us and we're hugging the shore as close as is “safe” given the total state of darkness) and I'm being tossed around in my bunk (somehow Armando always seems to be on watch for the worst of it) and then take over at some point under only rainy, cold conditions.
Dawn arrives (one would think Sun, but apparently it isn't a requirement) and I'm on watch when a bird descends from the heavens and takes a spot behind the wheel!
Immediately I think of what Lori Wickman would think (she's one of the “bless their heart” women that keeps me in their prayers) and take a few snapshots.
When Armando awakes, I point out the bird (who appears to be steering and may actually be...after all, maybe Lori is more tuned in to those things than I am!).
And, Armando points his hands skyward and says (something like) “Thank God, we finally have an intelligent and competent captain at the wheel!” and I break out laughing (as the sign of a good humored person is to be able to take a joke at their expense).
I'm almost in tears and look over at Armando, who does a great job of “pretending” to have made a serious comment, what a comedian, only a highly skilled humorist can hold back the laughter at their own best jokes and he's just holding a stone face.
I'm thinking, these Brazilians have the most incredible sense of “dry” humor, even besting the Brits.
Then the bird flies off, Armando plays it to the hilt, gets a tear in his eye and returns below to sleep.
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