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| Dawn rises on the fleet |
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| Cap'n Dave also serves as Grubmaster Dave |
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| Cap'n Rick makes ready |
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| Put a little oomph into it |
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| Game face ON |
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| Synchronized staring |
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| She how she schoons |
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| It must be a race: Chivita is ahead! |
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| The herd moves in for the kill... |
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| The prey tries to evade... |
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| The embedded paparazzi captures it all |
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| Are we having fun yet? |
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| Maybe if we blow hard enough... |
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| The wind meter says "um... no" |
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| This is what it's all about |
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| Captain Paul is to blame for it all |
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| "Chivita off the starboard quarter!" |
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| Messing about can be intense |
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| Captain Dave presents the regatta burgee to Paul who was selected overwhelmingly as most likely to organize the next gathering |
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| The entire gathering of Goatees |
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| See you next year! |
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