What we hope to hear when spending time on our floating home are the sounds of silence. Or perhaps, water lapping against the hull or maybe birds singing in the early morning hours.
April 14, 2017 was the first night we spent on our floating home. The beginning of a new journey, a new chapter in life. We dreamed of being gently rocked to sleep.
But, oh no, that was not the case.
Kache, kache, kache. Errrr, errrr. What is that noise? Jim was sure it was a bilge pump, the boat must be taking on water. What a way to begin! Lifting hatches and searching he could not find water coming in or a bilge pump running. Kache, kache, kache errr, errr. The sound stopped and then after a few minutes would start up again. Kache, kache, kache. What could it be?
It had been a long day of moving and we finally collapsed into bed. Kache, kache, kache. Errr, errr, errr, it would stop and then start. I said it sort of sounds like drums off in the distance. We attempted to fall asleep. But each woke at various times, hearing that sound. All. Night. Long.
The next morning Jim turned every switch in the electrical panel off. Then one by one he turned each one back on. Eventually coming to one labeled satellite TV. Ah ha! When that breaker was flipped back on once again the satellite began searching for a signal. But we were in a slip under a metal roof!
It was the satellite dish on the roof of the boat searching for a signal, ugh.
Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle. It had been a long day out on the water. We arrived at Brunswick Marina after 8 hours of travel. The port engine had stopped, once again, due to a blown fuse. So we had to slowly motor in as the sun set. We got the boat securely tied up and Jim proceeded to fix that problem.
As evening quieted I asked Jim “What’s that sound?” Crackle, crackle, crackle. He said “Oh no, I think the bow thruster is stuck.” He checked. No, that wasn’t it. Crackle, crackle, crackle. “It sounds like hot metal, like an engine cooling” We climbed around, listening in every crack and crevice. Crackle, crackle, crackle. By this time it was nearing 10 pm. Jim went out on the dock to find another boater nearby and asked him to come over and help us figure out the sound we were hearing. Together we all looked and listened but just couldn’t find the source. After 20 unsuccessful minutes of searching, we let the poor guy go back to his boat.
A friend that we had met in Jacksonville called to find out how our trip had gone. Jim filled him in on the day’s events and told him about the noise that we just could not pinpoint. Shortly after hanging up, Jim received a text message from the friend. He had googled and found that the source of the noise was most likely sea life feasting on the growth on the hull of the boat.
The following morning we checked in at the dock office. We told the dockmaster about our search for the source of the crackling sound on the boat. Well, we had him in stitches laughing as we described our search. Yep, shrimp were nibbling on our boat!