But not wanting to give up so fast a new plan of battle was prepared. We tried to tighten the bowsprit with several handy-billys hoping to stop the wiggling and to fix it into place.
After some sweat breaking attempts in tightening everything we set the flyer for the third time in one day and hurray, it finally worked! Although we made jokes about our beautiful Nordlys being only held together by quick fixes at the moment, spirits where high and we enjoyed speeds of over seven knots which was something new to us on this so far mostly windless journey.
The mood on board went up even higher when our mate Henk came up from the chartroom with the message that, should we be able to hold this speed we would be across half the Biscay in 24 hours.
It turned out this kind of delight would only be granted for about 12 hours.
Some minutes after watch change the next day, our crew member Martin who had just vanished in the foxhole to get some rest stuck his head out again, “What was that noise?” he asked evidently worried. But the wind hat picked up and our ears filled with its blowing nobody on deck had heard anything.
We went about our business unworried. The boat making strange sounds was normal and especially in the foxhole it sometimes screeched and rummaged all over.
Some minutes after that, a movement caught my eye and looking up I could see tangling lines filling the air next to our mainsail on starboard. After the fraction of a second I had seen them and started to ask myself what was wrong and why, a mess of steel wire, blogs and twisted ropes came crashing down on the deck.