Captain at sea and on the mountain

After being able to train our calves and thighs again yesterday, the admiral and I were looking forward to a relaxed day. From Solenzara (where the sun rose directly in front of us over the sea, but 30 minutes before the captain woke us up), I steered Massimo Duci a bit north and then into the mountains. Passing an old Genoese bridge, we headed towards Korte. At the latest here, a light should have gone on for us...

Arriving in Korte, we were happy to find a beautiful anchorage under mature olive trees. Quickly we set up the awning in the hope of a rich harvest the next morning, hehehe...

Before the admiral and I could put our feet up, the captain spoke up. "Culture," he said, "we still lack culture!" He even went so far as to claim that every organic yogurt has more culture than us (he excluded the admiral from this). To change this, he ordered his sedan chair to be prepared and the strongest men to be brought in to carry it. The former was done quickly, the latter was a problem. After desperate attempts by the captain to find real men for his project at the anchorage, he finally looked somewhat dejected at me and before I knew it, I was once again the sole bearer at the sedan chair handle.

We learned a lot from the captain about Corsica's only university town. It was clear to see that city life had adapted to the young student population. Hoping for an invitation from the captain to one of the nice dives, I did my best again as a sedan chair bearer and wore myself out during the tour of the city. And just when I thought we were going to return to the ship, I noticed the high citadel above the city. Any attempts to divert the captain's attention from it failed, and only a short time later he called for an attack on the citadel.

Everyone can imagine the rest...