We have leak, yeah, but where?
We were aiming at a long day and night of sailing. After a few hours with the three sails up, a steady speed and some waves, the skipper seems worried.Spending more time downstairs than navigating...Odd!
At some point he comes upstairs to the cockpit and says, very calmly and joyful as he is: "We're sinking!"
No one took it very seriously. We all looked at each other laughing in ignorance and relaxed despite the bad news.
Eventually someone asked: "What do you mean?"
And he answered: "I've been pumping water out from the engine room, during the last two hours. But it seems to keep leaking in..."
Now everyone took the message more seriously. One by one, we went down with the skipper to see the water under the engine, and to learn how to use the bildge pumps properly.
The sails came down immediately after these news.
During the rest of the day we've been pretty busy. Our main concern was to find the leak, and keep navigating with engine towards a safe bay. Check the video, to see as we sailed still unaware of the seriousness of the situation. We kept the bildge pumps on and off, and timed the flow of water leaking in. We needed to understand if it was steady or increasing.
Finally, way past midnight, we arrived to the bay. At this moment the pumps needed to be activated every 24 minutes. And the leak was nowhere to be found.
After opening all the floor boards, we knew the water was coming in from somewhere closer to the bow. But we couldn't identify the exact place. So we decided the best option was to dive under the hull the next morning.
Already half-sleepy-half-awake we agreed upon night-shifts to turn the bildge pumps on and off.
No one slept much. And the next morning the curse went on. The swell made it impossible for anyone to dive. So we had to motor towards the next sheltered bay, while keeping the pumps working every 24minutes.
At Cale de San Pedro, near Almería, we could finally have a look at the hull. The crack was huge, and impressive! And inevitably the skipper had to activate the insurance. We were told to go as soon as possible to Cartagena. And that's what we did, motoring 80 nautical miles, leaking, non stop for the next day and night!