Galley GourmetCaptain Chaos 

On the Beach

Rain! Haven’t we had enough? In the past months up on the coast it has rained at least once a day. The cows milk was curdling and my dogs keep on bringing leaches into the house making the floor look like a St Valentine’s Day massacre … blood everywhere, with large fat black slimies crawling away.
On top of all that everything outside that wasn’t nailed down has floated off into the unknown.
I took  the dogs down to the beach, it was dark and overcast, the sea was raging and the beach was covered with all the flotsam and jetsam from the river which flows in just a few k’s away. The dogs didn’t want to go in the water so we played in among the rubbish on the beach.
“Hey! Chaos, can you help me?” I heard this distant yell on the wind.
I looked around without seeing anyone. It was only when I looked out to sea that I saw Bruce an old mate of mine hanging on to the top of a half cabin launch that was awash about 50 metres from the shore.
I waded out as far as I could without getting swept away.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The reply was a little strange.
“I was asleep on the mooring in the river when the anchor chain broke and carried me over the bar and down the beach.”
“So why don’t you jump overboard and swim ashore?”
“My life wouldn’t be worth living. The boat belongs to she who must be obeyed and I’m not supposed to be on board.”
“What do you want me to do?” I yelled as the launch was being swept down the beach and would soon be out of reach.
“I have a long line. Can you grab it and tie it off to one of those large logs. We might be able to drag the boat ashore.”
I thought “you must be kidding”, but I grabbed the line and made it fast to a huge log. The launch then started to swing around so it was side on to the sea and it wasn’t long before it filled with water and grounded. Bruce waded ashore and you would have thought he had returned from the dead because the dogs nearly knocked him over saying hello.
“Chaos, have you still got that old LandCruiser? Is there any chance you could try pulling the launch up onto the sand.”
“I could give it a try but I don’t like your chances.”
I called the dogs and went and fetched the LandCruiser, just driving down the beach was a feat because of the storm rubbish scattered everywhere.
We tied the line to the vehicle and started to take the weight.
“Hang on Chaos, I will go and bail some of the water out of it.”
I waited until Bruce was on the launch before I started to try and pull it ashore and for a second I thought we would succeed. Then without warning the launch dropped into a deep channel and everything happened at once. The line snapped and the rip took the boat out into the gloom. I jumped out of the car and ran down the shore. I couldn’t see Bruce or the boat as the white water churned all around.
I raced back to the car and turned the headlights on to see if I could pick out the boat and give Bruce an idea were land was. I thought I should call the coastal watch and just as I started to dial I saw a dark shape wading out of the surf.
I jumped out and ran down the beach.
“Bloody hell Chaos that was a swim and a half! I don’t think we will see that launch again. It just disappeared from under me.”
It started to rain buckets.
“If I don’t get this car off the beach we will be stuck here.”
We arrived home soaking wet and once we had dried off Little Person sat us down to a large helping of wok fried pork. Over the meal we talked over what Bruce would tell his wife about the loss of her boat.


Pork with sate paste

800 gms pork cut into bite size pieces
2 red onions sliced
1 dessert spoon each of crushed garlic, ginger and chillies
2 tbs of ketchup manis
2 tbs of sate paste (Jimmys)
200 ml coconut milk
Peanut oil

Heat the oil in a pan or wok. Put in the pork, when the pork changes colour add onions, garlic, ginger and chillies turn until onions are soft. Add the ketchup manis, sate paste and the coconut, simmer for about ten minutes. Serve on a bed of rice.