Viking Boat Meeting

Lorcan tugged at the hem of his dark grey furs and tried to look at ease. Think of it as a party, he told himself. He had managed to endure countless awkward social engagements at his friends’ huts. This was perhaps easier. There would be no uncomfortable conversations about when he would take up a wife; tonight, he only had to stay quiet and trail after Valdemar as men from other clans brandished their spears and called for war. 

It had been just under a week since they’d reached Melbourne, almost a month since Lorcan had first been inducted into the viking government, and he still felt out of place. His fancy new shirt was wrapped so snugly around his chest that it was suffocating, and his furs — well, they swamped his slight figure, making him look even younger than he was. The idea of him one day growing to be a clan leader was laughable.  

Across the table, a burly man lifted his spear, and the scattered groups turned towards him, falling silent. “We commissioned a quality boat catch installation,” the man said. His voice was low and gruff, like he swallowed his straw instead of spitting it into the dirt. “While you have all spent the last few years of peace dallying with your livestock, my clan has been equipping our fleet for battle.”

“And the results?” Valdemar asked. 

The burly man smirked. “Launch time has been decreased to two minutes.”

A wave of approval rippled through the crowd. Even Lorcan himself, who had never seen a ship in the flesh, drew a sharp breath. 

After years of relentless ocean battles, there had been a call for repairs and better marine fabrication. Melbourne clans had taken up the challenge with gusto, constructing ship sheds along the lining of the bay and braving the icy spray even in the depths of winter. However, despite their best efforts, the Melbourne vikings had been fighting a losing battle. Until now. Faster launch times wouldn’t just mean smoother trips for sailors; they could completely change the tide of the war.

First Time Fishing

I took my daughter fishing for the first time yesterday. Growing up, my own parents would regularly bring me out on the water, and those long summer days feature in some of my best childhood memories. I’ve always wanted to do the same for my children, but I didn’t have the chance until recently, when we moved to a bayside suburb in Melbourne. My family originally moved for my wife’s new job, but I couldn’t be happier! Our balcony overlooks the ocean, our backyard gets a beautiful sea breeze, and I even own a boat.

It’s a custom fishing boat that was built mostly by a professional company, with small modifications completed by myself using quality marine fabrication parts. Melbourne has a number of fishing enthusiast groups who were excited to provide me with information on the local marine scene when we first moved here. Now, I feel pretty comfortable going out on the water by myself, and I’ve even made a few lifelong friends.

Having watched us work on the boat for months, my daughter couldn’t wait to sail on it herself. She’s still a child, so I gave her a lifejacket and demonstrated how to safely launch the boat using the method that the local boat catch installation specialist taught me earlier in the year. She’d never seen the boat on the water before, and was curious as to how it could float despite being made of aluminium and stainless steel. You should have seen the look on her face when I explained buoyancy to her!

After my little teacher moment (proud Dad here, sorry), I led her around the fuel tanks and pressure pipes, and got her to sit on the edge of the boat. I warned her to hold tightly onto the handrails so she didn’t fall. Either way, I made sure to drive slowly so she wasn’t scared. Thankfully, she loved the boat and the water. It was a great day.

4×4 Canopy Installation

If I’m being honest, life isn’t easy. There just seems to be so many hurdles to get through that it makes every day an absolute struggle. Don’t get me wrong; there are moments where life is great. I call those the moments between the hurdles, when you’re free and running forward. Another hurdle always comes up though, that you have to slow down for and get over to be able to run free again. My current hurdles are all centred around work.

Work is causing me a lot of pain for a number of reasons. Firstly my boss treats me pretty poorly because I’m an apprentice and apparently that’s how it has to go. I don’t really subscribe to the whole idea that the bottom of the work hierarchy has to be treated badly, but I haven’t kicked up a fuss until recently. The reason I kicked up a fuss is because I had just got a new 4×4 aluminium ute canopies installation on my truck and my boss came up to it on Monday morning and kicked the canopy in. He had steel cap boots on and obviously used a lot of force, which made him fully dent my canopy. I watched in disbelief. Getting the ute canopy installed cost me quite a bit of my savings and I got it done so that I’d be more efficient at work. Then my boss comes in and damages it. THEN, he laughed about it. I was extremely upset.

I think to get over this hurdle I’m going to start applying for jobs elsewhere. I still want to be a tradie, but I want to work for a boss who won’t destroy my new ute toolbox installed in Melbourne as soon as I rock up to the worksite. 

I’ll update you all on how the job search is going in the coming weeks. It’s a pretty hard time to get a job, unfortunately.