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Il fût longtemps un technicien de haut vol ; il occupe désormais une place centrale dans l'écosystème de la course au large. Président de l'Imoca depuis 2017, Antoine Mermod, 48 ans, élu par les coureurs, dirige la classe phare des monocoques de 60 pieds. Il a commencé par l'habitable à La Trinité-sur-Mer où la famille passe ses vacances, alors véritable Mecque de la voile dans les années 1990-2000. Étudiant en école d'ingénieur, il se forme au contact de Bruno Peyron, multiplie les coups de main et les expériences avant de plonger dans l'univers des Orma. Avec Karine Fauconnier chez Sergio Tacchini puis au sein du Gitana Team, il vit de l'intérieur l'âge d'or des trimarans de 60 pieds, à une époque où peu d'équipes disposent de bureaux d'études intégrés.Il a à peine 30 ans et déjà beaucoup d'expérience quand il vit son premier Vendée Globe avec Gitana 80 : il dissèque la jauge et découvre les émotions puissantes d'un tour du monde. Il renouvellera l'expérience en 2016-2017 en construisant No Way Back et en gérant le projet de Pieter Heerema. Entre-temps, il est directeur technique des 5 Imoca de la Fnob sur la Barcelona World Race, 2011 puis rejoint les frères Peyron pour participer à l'aventure Energy Team dans la Coupe de l'America.Il est élu président de l'Imoca au printemps 2017, à l'issue du premier Vendée Globe des foilers, lorsque partisans et opposants à la monotypie s'affrontent : l'ingénieur passionné par les protos se retrouve président d'une association de coureurs. Sous sa houlette, l'Imoca va se transformer en une véritable ligue professionnelle (une dizaine de collaborateurs, 1,7 million d'euros de budget), profitant de l'engouement pour le Vendée Globe 2020-2021 et du choix par The Ocean Race - sur sa proposition - de faire des Imoca le support de ses épreuves en équipage.Prochain objectif : faire en sorte que les coureurs, qui prennent tous les risques, vivent mieux de leur sport. Et continuer à vivre les émotions si uniques d'un tour du monde...Diffusé le 21 Mai 2025Générique : In Closing – Days PastPost-production : Grégoire LevillainHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
The finale of Shadow Scale is here, and more chaotic than ever with our new soundboard! Join us for our season 7 finale as we wrap up this story, discuss our likes and disappointments, and reveal the book we are reading next season...Create a podcast with Buzzsprout and get a $20 Amazon gift card with our link!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=289148Thanks so much for listening! If you want more of the podcast, you can follow us on Facebook (facebook.com/tigbabpodcast) or Instagram (instagram.com/tigbabpodcast).TIGBAB Jingle by:Bahram Bahrami (Bahrambient on Spotify)https://open.spotify.com/artist/15y9zAEE8UaiSmdmbG6gja?si=l3HD_t0JS4mFzV7vjLu7eQBackground music:"Leaving Home" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Support the show
Welcome to the penultimate episode of season 7 of TIGBAB! Join us as we finally meet Pandowdy, face off against Jannoula for the final showdown, and discover something so shocking it has us rethinking everything about this series!Create a podcast with Buzzsprout and get a $20 Amazon gift card with our link!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=289148Thanks so much for listening! If you want more of the podcast, you can follow us on Facebook (facebook.com/tigbabpodcast) or Instagram (instagram.com/tigbabpodcast).TIGBAB Jingle by:Bahram Bahrami (Bahrambient on Spotify)https://open.spotify.com/artist/15y9zAEE8UaiSmdmbG6gja?si=l3HD_t0JS4mFzV7vjLu7eQBackground music:"Leaving Home" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Support the show
Normalement, on évite d'évoquer l'âge des dames. Mais, voilà, Marie Tabarly a 40 ans, et on le souligne parce qu'à cet âge-là, si tout va bien, on est devenu soi-même - et c'est précisément le cas. De sa filiation particulière, la fille d'Eric en parle très simplement : le regard des autres, quelques facilités et beaucoup de devoirs. De la mer, des bateaux, des marins, du large et des chevaux, Marie en parle encore mieux.Sur le papier, un sillage d'héritière l'attendait ; dans les faits, elle a trace depuis toujours sa propre route. D'abord, au début des années 2000 dans le monde de la course, chez Banque Pop époque Orma puis à bord de Geronimo avec Olivier de Kersauson où elle s'éclate, avant une tentative avortée de devenir figariste. Puis, son autre passion prend le dessus, celle du cheval. Elle sera comportementaliste équine, après des études en France et aux Etats-Unis, au secours des relations entre chevaux et cavaliers.Mais la mer n'est jamais loin, et aux supports contemporains, elle préfère, à partir du début des années 2010, la voile classique et la bande de Mariska, avec qui elle écume avec succès le circuit des 15 M JI. Les bateaux de la famille ne sont pas oubliés et elle lance en 2017 Elemen'terre Project avec Pen Duick VI - qu'elle appelle tout simplement "le six". Après une petite pige en Imoca avec Louis Duc sur la Transat Jacques Vabre en 2021, les expéditions artistiques et environnementales se transforment en 2023 en une participation à l'Ocean Global Race, un tour du monde "à l'ancienne".Avec une quinzaine de marins amateurs recrutés sur Facebook, Pen Duick VI termine premier en temps réel et il faut écouter Marie Tabarly parler de sa bande pour comprendre le plaisir - et la dureté, aussi - de cette aventure, qu'elle a écrit et raconté sur scène au théâtre.La suite ? Elle a plein d'idées mais voudrait se poser un peu; Une chose est sûre : ce sera son cap à elle...Diffusé le 10 janvier 2025Générique : In Closing – Days PastPost-production : Grégoire LevillainHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
In this week's chapters, Raven and Jess finally learn the origin story of the world's scariest villain, Jannoula. Will Raven's theory be proven right, or will she be embarrassed into quitting the show? Other topics include: the novel's confusing dragon sizes, the goofy way that dragons run in our brains, being volun-told to waddle through dragon dung, and whether doodoo would work as fuel for cars.Create a podcast with Buzzsprout and get a $20 Amazon gift card with our link!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=289148Thanks so much for listening! If you want more of the podcast, you can follow us on Facebook (facebook.com/tigbabpodcast) or Instagram (instagram.com/tigbabpodcast).TIGBAB Jingle by:Bahram Bahrami (Bahrambient on Spotify)https://open.spotify.com/artist/15y9zAEE8UaiSmdmbG6gja?si=l3HD_t0JS4mFzV7vjLu7eQBackground music:"Leaving Home" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Support the show
Ce 181e épisode de Pos. Report reçoit le skipper du Maxi Edmond de Rothschild, Charles Caudrelier, à quelques jours du départ de la deuxième édition de la Finistère Atlantique, course en équipage en Ultim, qui sera donné le 28 septembre de Concarneau à destination d'Antibes.Le vainqueur de l'Arkea Ultim Challenge-Brest commence par raconter comment il s'est remis de cette première autour du monde en solitaire en Ultim, confiant avoir vite retrouvé la motivation grâce à la perspective du futur Gitana 18, qui l'a bien occupé ces derniers mois (et continue à l'occuper).Il rentre ensuite dans les détails de ce trimaran actuellement en construction chez CDK, dont la mise à l'eau est prévue dans un an, annonçant quelques surprises, entre plateforme et appendices testés sur un simulateur interne, qui devraient, selon lui, permettre de franchir un pas important en termes de performances par rapport à l'actuel Maxi Edmond de Rothschild.Charles Caudrelier explique ensuite que depuis la remise à l'eau de ce dernier, en juillet, l'équipage a navigué une vingtaine de jours, équipage qu'il passe en revue, se réjouissant notamment d'accueillir à bord des regards neufs, avec Julien Villion et Benjamin Schwartz.Nous parlons ensuite de la deuxième édition de la Finistère Atlantique, le skipper du Maxi Edmond de Rothschild se réjouissant de retourner en Méditerranée, comme à l'époque des Orma. Il vise bien évidemment une nouvelle victoire (il avait remporté la première en juillet 2022), même s'il sait que la concurrence se rapproche, avec notamment un parcours qui pourrait, selon lui, favoriser SVR Lazartigue, plus léger.Nous finissons par parler d'avenir, le grand objectif à terme de Charles Caudrelier et du Gitana Team étant la défense de leur titre sur la Route du Rhum 2026. Et après ? Le skipper ne semble plus écarter une participation à la deuxième édition de l'Arkea Ultim Challenge-Brest, “à condition que l'envie soit là”.Diffusé le 24 septembre 2024Générique : Fast and wild/EdRecordsPost-production : Grégoire Levillain Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
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This week Jess admits the real reason she hasn't started House of the Dragon Season 2 yet and Raven explains how AI helped her with her novel. In Shadow Scale, we meet three new half-dragons from Seraphina's garden and Abdo goes head to head with Jannoula.Create a podcast with Buzzsprout and get a $20 Amazon gift card with our link!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=289148Thanks so much for listening! If you want more of the podcast, you can follow us on Facebook (facebook.com/tigbabpodcast) or Instagram (instagram.com/tigbabpodcast).TIGBAB Jingle by:Bahram Bahrami (Bahrambient on Spotify)https://open.spotify.com/artist/15y9zAEE8UaiSmdmbG6gja?si=l3HD_t0JS4mFzV7vjLu7eQBackground music:"Leaving Home" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Support the Show.
WE'RE BACK! In this episode, Jess and Raven explain why they went on such a long, unexpected break, and we return to Shadow Scale! We learn more about Jannoula and what makes her so terrifying to Seraphina, and Raven speculates that a disorder may have inspired Phina's mind garden.Create a podcast with Buzzsprout and get a $20 Amazon gift card with our link!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=289148Thanks so much for listening! If you want more of the podcast, you can follow us on Facebook (facebook.com/tigbabpodcast) or Instagram (instagram.com/tigbabpodcast).TIGBAB Jingle by:Bahram Bahrami (Bahrambient on Spotify)https://open.spotify.com/artist/15y9zAEE8UaiSmdmbG6gja?si=l3HD_t0JS4mFzV7vjLu7eQBackground music:"Leaving Home" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/Support the Show.
Exceptionnellement cette semaine, Tip & Shaft vous propose de réécouter à l'occasion de l'arrivée des trois premiers concurrents de l'Arkea Ultim Challenge- Brest, les trois épisodes d'Into The Wind qui leur ont été consacrés. De Charles Caudrelier, grand vainqueur, à Armel Le Cléac'h, troisième, en passant par Thomas Coville, deuxième ; revivez leurs carrières à travers ces épisodes enregistrés le 18 septembre 2018 pour Charles Caudrelier, le 1er avril 2020 pour Armel Le Cléac'h et le 1er janvier 2022 pour Thomas Coville.-- Quand on s'assoit face à lui après avoir installé les micros, on sait qu'on va en avoir pour son argent... et qu'il faut se caler confortablement. Car Thomas Coville, 53 ans, est un marin éclectique, doublé d'un formidable conteur.L'invité idéal, donc, pour fêter ce 50e épisode d'Into The Wind : un épisode exceptionnel en trois parties pour six heures d'interview - avec une pause déjeuner au milieu, rassurez-vous - mais nous n'avons pas vu le temps passer !Thomas Coville, boulimique de la mer et des bateaux, a couru sur presque tous les supports et sur toutes les mers, en plus de trois décennies d'une carrière d'une rare intensité. A part la voile olympique, c'est bien simple, il a touché à tout.Première diffusion le 21 janvier 2022Rediffusé le 1er mars 2024Le Tour de France à la voile ? Il les enchaîne en guise de formation dans les années 1980. Le multicoque ? Il apprend tout avec Laurent Bourgnon. La Coupe de l'America ? Il participe à l'édition 1995 au sein du team de Marc Pajot.En rentrant de San Diego, il réalise un enchaînement impeccable : Trophée Jules Verne avec Olivier de Kersauson (record), Mini Transat quelques mois plus tard (2e), puis Route de l'Or avec Yves Parlier (vainqueur) qui lui confie Aquitaine Innovations pour le Rhum 1998 après sa chute de parapente (vainqueur).C'est là qu'il est recruté par Sodebo pour remplacer Raphaël Dinelli sur l'Imoca vendéen : victoire dans la Transat Jacques Vabre 1999 et Vendée Globe dans la foulée (6e). S'en suivent plus de deux décennies de partenariat qui courent encore.Aux cinq saisons - difficiles - en Orma, succèdent dix années ou presque d'une quête personnelle, celle du Trophée Saint-Exupéry, le record du tour du monde en solitaire "overall", qu'il décroche à sa cinquième tentative, le jour de Noël 2016.Sans parler des "extras", qu'il pratique avec bonheur, des piges sur le Trophée Jules Verne - remporté une seconde fois avec Franck Cammas en 2010 - et sur la Volvo Ocean Race - plusieurs participations, dont une victoire, toujours avec Cammas en 2012.Bilan : 8 tours du monde, 10 passages du cap Horn, une vingtaine de transats... et la liste n'est pas close. Désormais pilote d'Ultime, Thomas Coville vise le Rhum 2022 puis le Tour du monde en solitaire en 2023. Insatiable.Première diffusion le 21 janvier 2022Rediffusé le 1er mars 2024Générique : In Closing – Days PastPost-production : Clovis Tisserand
Dear reader,The big fantasy book news from the last month all has to do with the annual Hugo Awards. Last year they happened in China, but some emails were recently leaked showing that the nominations were influenced by consideration of the ideology of the host nation. Controversial! News to me also is that ‘romantasy' (romance combined with fantasy) is now being discussed as a genre in its own right. Your romantasy exemplar authors would be Sarah J. Mass and Rebecca Yarros. SAGA OF THE JEWELS does have some (albeit very slow-burn) elements of romance in it, so I am wondering if I can cheekily piggyback on this label myself…What I've been readingOne of the books I've read since my last newsletter is COLD IRON, the first fantasy by historical novelist Miles (Christian) Cameron. It was fun, with fantastic worldbuilding, if a bit ‘male' and thinly sketched, for me. My slightly longer review here.What Jo's been readingSome of the books that Jo's read since I last wrote are the rest of the ensemble-cast multi-POV steampunk noblebright KETTY JAY series by Chris Wooding. She had already read RETRIBUTION FALLS and THE BLACK LUNHG CAPTAIN and she went and finished THE IRON JACKAL and THE ACE OF SKULLS. I have read these too and agree with her that they are absolutely awesome: fun, full of heart, meticulously clever plotting, vibrant three-dimensional characters, humour, emotion, and a hopeful core. This newsletter sometimes becomes the Chris Wooding Appreciation Society newsletter, but I'm ok with that… Recommended! In other news…Jo had her first book traditionally published! And by Bloomsbury, no less! This is her Cambridge (UK) Theology PhD thesis, now published as a hardback and an ebook. She wrote it while simultaneously training to be and then working as an Anglican vicar (that's ‘cleric' for you fantasy fans) and putting up with an unstable husband, and in the course of writing it had two bouts of hyperemesis gravidarum and gave birth to two children! She then passed her viva voce exam for it with no corrections!If you don't know, Dietrich Bonhoeffer was a 20th-century German theologian who was imprisoned and executed by the Nazis for his involvement in a plot to assassinate Hitler. ‘Polyphony' is a musical term to do with multiple mutually complementary melodies in a piece of music and a ‘pneumatology' is a conceptual system for talking about the Holy Spirit, the third person in God, in Christianity.If that doesn't convince you to buy this book (or at least ask your local academic institution to buy it), then nothing will I don't know what will! An absolute steal currently on sale for £76.50 in hardback or £61.50 for the ebook!That's all for this month, though as ever do check out the indie fantasy book sale of the month and this month's SAGA OF THE JEWELS episode below or on the podcast.TTFN,Faenon / LukeYour indie fantasy FREE ARC book promotion for this month:Click here or the picture below /Now, on with the Saga…Need to catch up? The WHOLE of Book One (Episodes 1 to 21) is available bundled together as a FREE AUDIOBOOK here.Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, now borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, now borne by Nuthea. They now find themselves traveling by airship to the distant land of FARR in order to seek out the next Jewel of which they have become aware, the EARTH EMERALD…SAGA OF THE JEWELS EPISODE 24: THE CROSSROADS OF THE EASTRyn stood at the rail of Wanderlust's maindeck and looked out onto the sea of clouds.The clouds were thick here, on their fourth day of travel, allegedly somewhere over Farr and nearing Shun-Pei every moment. Interlacing strands of white and grey dashed past beneath the ship, mostly obscuring the pale blue of the Farrian sky.Just occasionally, he imagined for a brief moment jumping over the rail and into them.Sorrow still weighed down Ryn's heart. It had helped, forgiving Nuthea, General Vorr, and himself, for everything that had happened. Even killing Vorr had helped, in a way, though it had been the forgiveness that had really helped him, in the end...But in his dreams he still saw the faces of his parents, his friends, the other people of his hometown. The dreams were less vivid and, damn it, he was even beginning to forget exactly what their faces looked like. But he imagined them anew each night in the dreams and in the flashbacks that still came to him unbidden throughout the day. He heard their screams, felt the heat from the burning wood of the houses of Cleasor, saw Vorr's sword sliding out of his mother's chest…And in forgiving, then accidentally killing Vorr, he had lost the goal that had been driving him forwards for the past however many months. With Vorr forgiven and dead, Ryn had found he no longer had a purpose.In his previous life, as he had come to think of it, he had had a clear enough purpose: Finish school, take over the farm from Dad, marry Carlotia, read books and go exploring in the woods on Seventhdays.It had been a trivial purpose, perhaps, but it had been his purpose. And after finding and killing Vorr, the person who had taken it away from him, it remained unavailable for him to return to.The emptiness between his ribs ached.Sometimes it was tempting to want to escape from the flashbacks. Sometimes the sadness was so thick and heavy that it was tempting to want just to be free from that too. Forever.But there was something that held him back, that stopped him from throwing himself over the rail into oblivion.What?Of course, he knew what it was, really. But at times like this, left to his own devices, looking out over the ship's rail onto the sky below, he had to deliberately call it to mind and hold on to it.What was keeping him going now was that he had a new purpose.His new purpose was to find the rest of the Primeval Jewels with this crazy collection of miscreants. His new purpose was to find the rest of the Primeval Jewels in order to keep them from the Emperor of Morekemia and stop what happened to him and his hometown from happening to anyone else. His new purpose was to find the rest of the Primeval Jewels and see if the ‘legend' was true, to see if when they were all gathered together they could be used to bring back his mother, his father and his hometown.Oh, and of course, his new purpose was also somehow to get Nuthea to fall in love with him. Carlotia had only been a crush, after all. Nuthea was a golden-haired princess who could sling lightning, and whenever she spoke to him lightning struck Ryn's heart too.Mother. Father. Hometown. Found Vorr. Got Vorr. Forgave Vorr. Killed Vorr. Stay with Nuthea. Win Nuthea's heart. Find the Jewels. Protect the world. Try to bring back my mother, father, hometown.That was a pretty long list. He wasn't sure that he would be able to keep reciting it in his head at that length. He would have to work on an abbreviated version.But the thing was, he realised, looking down into that rushing sea of cloud, while he did have a new purpose, at the same time he had to choose it. Each day, each hour, each minute, each moment.It didn't just come to him automatically, like the purpose of finding and killing Vorr which had come to him each morning bright and hot and angry like the fire that had leapt from his hands and consumed the Imperial soldier in Cleasor after he had first touched the Ruby.Instead, moment by moment, he found himself faced by a choice: throw himself over the rail into sorrow, despair, and death, or choose his purpose.And sometimes it felt hard to choose it by himself. So sometimes, just sometimes, he had started to dare to reach out for help in achieving this purpose, though he hadn't yet told anyone else about this.One God, Ryn prayed as his eyes scanned the clouds, help me in this purpose. Help me to find the Jewels. Help me to—“We're here!” shouted Nuthea, running up onto the deck in a lilac dress. “We've reached Shun-Pei!”Ryn's stomach lurched as the ship immediately began to descend. Nuthea must have been down in the viewing bubble and already told Sagar over the speaking tube.She joined him at the rail as they punctured the topmost cloud layer. Cold and white and moisture washed over them for a few moments, obscuring their vision, and Ryn almost put his hand out to hold onto Nuthea's arm, suddenly fearing that he was going to pitch over the rail into the clouds by accident.But then Wanderlust came out the bottom of the cloud layer and the light changed from bright and golden to grey and faded, filtered by the clouds above.And then they saw it.Green, jagged mountains rose to greet them in the grey below the clouds, but one mountain rose higher and greater than all of them.One mountain thrust out of the earth twice as tall as its nearest neighbours.And this mountain seemed to be covered in hundreds of smaller mountains which dotted it in layers; myriad spikes reaching upwards from its surface.As they flew in closer, Ryn saw that the spikes were actually buildings with pointed roofs. Not hundreds, but thousands, perhaps millions of them.“There she is,” said Elrann, joining them at the rail with Cid and Vish. “Shun-Pei; ‘the Crossroads of the East'.”Ryn could see now why the mountain-city was called a Crossroads. Hundreds of other airships flew towards the mountain, or took off from it. Their own ship was coming in from particularly high up above the cloud layer, but as they came lower Sagar had to steer a path through the other airships to avoid collision.Most bore blimps like their own, but there were other styles of ship Ryn had never seen before: ships with great spinning blades holding them aloft; ships with no outside deck where the hull seemed to be built into the blimp itself; ships with only single small baskets for a hull suspended underneath gigantic, colourful balloons.Sagar took Wanderlust down further still, joining a stream of inbound ships that seemed to be heading for the base of the mountain.As they drew closer, Ryn saw that the mountain was actually arranged in concentric circles, the base layer being the largest, progressing upwards in smaller and smaller layers. This was no purely natural feature. The mountain was either man-made, or it had been shaped by some sort of human design, with what kind of power he could only guess at.Lower still, and now Ryn could see the tiny dots of people moving to and fro between the mini-mountains, the pointed buildings, swarming in what must be the streets around them. There were too many to count.Shun-Pei wasn't so much a city as an enormous ant-hill.They reached an airfield and did some manoeuvring and at last Sagar set Wanderlust down. The thrum of the turbines ceased and they touched down.Ryn breathed a sigh of relief, and noticed Cid doing so too. It had been a long time in the sky.At once they were beset upon by all manner of street-sellers and peddlers, just as they had been those months ago when they had landed in Ast.Only this time, there were a lot more of them.“Carry your luggage?”“Where are you staying?”“Rat on a stick?”“Come with me; I will show you the best inn in the lower circles.”“Best deal for a pull-cart. You stick with me.”“How much for your ship? She's a beauty.”“Rat on a stick? It's good!”The words came from men and women of all different colours and shapes, but Ryn observed that the majority of them had tan skin and eyelids that were slightly taut, like they had been pulled to each side. He assumed that these must be the native Farrians, born here before the advent of steam travel a hundred years ago.“I take you to massage parlour, hmm? Sexy sexy!”“No, no, you want a hot bath, I can see it. Come with me.”“These rats on a stick are really good!”“Tour of the city for six gold pieces.”“Need to refuel? I've got you covered.”“How much for the purple-haired boy? I'll give you a good price.”“You sure you don't want a rat on a stick?”“NO THANK YOU!” shouted Nuthea at the top of her lungs.Ryn half expected her to produce a little flourish of lightning to underscore her refusal, but on this occasion she held back.The street-peddlers fell quiet for a moment even without it, miraculously.“That's better,” said Nuthea, nodding and peering down at them like a Queen addressing her court. “We do not require any of your services just now. We seek an audience with the Governor of Farr.”The street-peddlers were quiet for a moment.Then they burst out laughing, erupting into a chorus of guffaws, giggles, shoulder slaps and belly shakes.“What is so funny?” Nuthea asked, turning to Cid and screwing up her forehead.The old man stroked his beard. “It would appear that getting an audience with the Governor of Farr may not be so easy…”Once the street sellers had calmed down, they moved on to the next airship that had just landed. If nothing else, Nuthea's request had served to get rid of them, at least.Something slammed onto the maindeck. Sagar had vaulted down from where he had been steering the ship up on the forecastle, not bothering to use the steps.“Well, princess,” he said, “it looks like we're going to have to go and find this ‘Governor' guy by ourselves. Let me lock up here and then we can make our way.”They climbed down the handholds from the ship to the dirt floor below, taking only some coin which Cid kept in the common purse, as they had eaten lunch together relatively recently. Cid and Elrann reported that the Governor resided in the structure at the top of the city, so they began their trek up the mountain to try to see them.It took a long time to walk together up to the top circle of the city. Their path consisted of finding the road that led from the airfield to the main road that wound its way round the lower circle, until they got to the place where it led up the massive ramp to the next circle. They proceeded in this way, progressing upwards through the circles of the mountain-city by finding the road that led to the next level each time.As they walked, Ryn couldn't help from staring at the people they passed. Many of them were tan, tight-lidded Farrians, but there were also people with very dark skin; people with slightly less dark skin like Vish's; very pale people with white eyes; people with hair that was black, brown, blonde, red, blue, green, purple or white; men with long bushy beards that came down to their feet; men with no facial- or head-hair to speak of; women in long flowing elaborate floral dresses; women in tunics and trousers; men and women wearing nothing much at all; children of all colours and kinds scampering around underfoot; single or conjoined parents trying to catch or control them.The world is so vast, Ryn thought. And there are so many people in it, each with their own dreams, desires, hopes, fears, sorrows, each with their own story. And I am just one more person in it. Who am I to think that I could have any special significance? Who am I to think that I could do anything ‘great'?With each new circle they ascended to, the earthen streets became a little cleaner and clearer and calmer, the hangings decorating the pointed dwellings became a little more opulent, and the people walking the streets became a little more polite and—apparently—wealthy. Their clothes were smarter and the jewellery at their fingers and throats glittered. Although Shun-Pei was the tallest mountain in this range, it must still not be particularly tall, Ryn judged, because there was still no snow on it.To get onto the third-last circle, of ten, they had to queue.A Farrian official flanked by two enormous but seemingly unarmed shaven-headed guards in green robes was inspecting people, sometimes turning them away if they didn't meet whatever criteria he was assessing them by.It was fortunate that they had been kitted out with new clothes (even changes of clothes!) in Manolia. Ryn was wearing a smart shirt and wool breeches. Nuthea wore her lilac dress with the purple sash. Sagar wore his high-collared brown leather skysailors' jacket, as ever, but now with a much cleaner undershirt. Elrann looked particularly impressive in her new yellow-dyed overalls. The Manolians really did love the colour of gold. Cid was smart in a close-fitting grey tunic and cloak. Vish was the only exception, still wearing his usual black outfit which covered everything except for his eyes, but he looked pretty smart at the worst of times anyway.When they got to the front of the queue the official gave the party a quick look over and let them in straight away.When they got to the entrance to the second-last circle, things weren't so easy.The queue for this circle was much shorter, and ended in front of another Farrian official, this one flanked by four large Farrian guards in green-robed uniforms. The guards all had shaved heads. None of these carried weapons either, but they gave off the impression that they didn't need to.The official was short and spindly and had a face like a mule, with a patchy moustache above his overbite.“State your business, foreigners,” the official snapped when they got to the front of the queue.Nuthea spoke for them. “We seek an audience with the Governor.”“Ha! What are you really here for?”“Just what she said, butt-pimple,” said Sagar.Nuthea facepalmed.The guards rumbled and took a half step forward.Ryn thought he had better intervene. “Apologies for my friend's rudeness,” he said, ignoring Sagar when he said “I'm not your friend.” “We've had a very long flight. But we really are looking to talk with your ruler.”“That's right,” Nuthea joined him. “I am Princess Nutheanna Kaleutheanna of the Queendom of Manolia, and my companions and I seek an audience with the Governor of Farr.”“Don't be ridiculous,” said the official. “We don't have time for jokes. Next!”“No!” protested Nuthea. “I'm serious! Why don't you believe me? Look, let me prove to you that I'm a member of the Manolian royal family.”Nuthea held out her hand, palm up.Ryn expected some lightning to leap from it, or crackle around it, or at least for some sparks to jump off it.Nothing happened.“That's strange…” said Nuthea, holding her hand up to her face to inspect it like a piece of broken equipment.“Move along please,” said the official irritably. “Take your jokes somewhere else, we're very busy here.”“But you don't understand…” said Nuthea. “I am Jewel-touched...”“Move along now or I will have you forcibly removed from the premises.”Nuthea turned to her side. “Ryn, as I'm having some temporary difficulties, would you do the honours?”It took him a moment to realise what she meant. “Oh. Sure.” He stepped forward and held out his own hand, willing fire. To his relief, but not surprise, an orange flame appeared, hovering above his own palm. Thankfully whatever was inhibiting Nuthea didn't seem to be a problem for him. Maybe she was just really tired from the journey.The official's thin eyebrows climbed his forehead. “Ah. I see,” he said, his gaze finding the fire, then darting quickly around the courtyard. “Put it away, boy, or you'll cause a disturbance.”Ryn allowed the fire to disappear.“Manolia, you said?” the official asked.“Yes,” said Nuthea. “I am a royal emissary from Manolia. Ryn here is from Efstan; Sagar from Imfis; Elrann from Zerlan; Cid from Erm; and Vish is from Aibar. We are here to talk to the Governor about some matters pertaining to the Primeval Jewels, as just evidenced to you by my companion Ryn. We have flown a long way to get here, and we have important news for your Governor concerning these Jewels and the Empire of Morekemia. May we have an audience with him?”The official sighed. “You had better come with me.”He beckoned, turned, and led them at last through the entryway of the huge earthen structure that stood behind him, the mountain on top of the mountain.The building was windowless, but rather than being lit by torches it was lit by amber bars. It really was like walking into a giant anthill that had been colonised by humans. The walls were largely bare, but adorned at intervals with hangings like those that decorated many of the houses in the city below, only these were even more intricate in design. The Farrians had a very particular art style, of painting in earthy colours like browns, reds and greens, but with meticulous attention to detail in subtle brush strokes.The hangings depicted various green-robed figures passing through the motions of different complex, elaborate poses. Sometimes there was more than one figure and the poses interacted with one another. Whether they were meant to be dancing or fighting, Ryn could not work out. On some of the hangings the figures carried weapons—swords or staves or whips or clubs, pretty much every weapon imaginable, some he didn't know the names of—but on most of them they didn't.They wound their way down a series of passages and up staircases, passing rooms in which more officials sat at round tables holding forth with each other, or in which others sat at rows of desks and poured over reams of paper. The whole place was a hub of activity, but it was a focused, disciplined kind of activity entirely undertaken by native Farrians, in contrast to the chaos of buying and selling and arriving and departing undertaken by both Farrians and travellers from all over Mid in the city outside.Eventually they came to a large, circular chamber where the high ceiling sloped inwards to a single point far above their heads.They had reached the peak of the mountain upon the mountain, Ryn realised.He couldn't help comparing the chamber of the Governor of Farr to Nuthea's mother's throne room in Orma. Aside from the fact that each was a large room, the two couldn't be more different. Instead of a throne on a raised dais at the back of the room, the Governor sat at a wide wooden desk in the centre of it. Instead of rows of chairs, only two wooden chairs were positioned in front of the desk. Instead of being flanked by guards on either side, only one guard stood at the entrance to the chamber to let them in, another unarmed hulk of a man with a bald head and a smiling face, dressed in the green robes that seemed to be the uniform here. The whole place reminded Ryn more of the office of the clerk in the Healing House in Nont where he had first met Cid than of the palace of the ruler of a country.The man who Ryn assumed was the Governor of Farr stood up at his desk as the official walked them over to it. A squat, rotund man in a brown robe, clean-shaven with an expression like a constipated bulldog. Not a crown, nor a circlet, but a large, cylindrical brown hat sat atop his head.“What is the meaning of this?” the Governor barked. “This is highly irregular!”“I'm sorry, Lord Governor,” squeaked the official as he led them in. “But these foreigners have something important to tell you.”“What could they possibly have to tell me that's important? I'm in the middle of my morning auditing!” Nuthea spoke up. “Governor, I apologise for the unusual and unannounced nature of my visit, but the news I bring is sensitive. My name is Princess Nutheanna Kaleutheanna and I am an emissary from the Matriarchy of Manolia. I come bearing news of the Primeval Jewels.”The Governor had opened his mouth to speak again, but now he paused a moment and his frown deepened, suspicion wrinkling up his fat forehead. “What do you know of the Primeval Jewels?” he said much more quietly.“We know that they exist, we know that we have two of them, and most importantly we know that the Emperor of Morekemia has learned of their existence and has begun to look for them. We also know that you have one of them.”“Ah.” The Governor sat back down in his chair. He looked up at the official who had brought them in. “Leave us, Yal.”“But Lord Governor—” the official began in protest.“Leave us!” the Governor barked.“Yes, Lord Governor,” said Yal, and left. The guard in green closed the doors after him and stood in front of them.The Governor of Farr spoke more slowly now. “First of all, do you have any proof of what you claim? I suppose you must have in order to have been granted entrance to see me.”“Ryn?” invited Nuthea.Ryn stepped forward and showed a flame on his hand again.“Alright, alright!” said the Governor. “Put it away, boy! You might cause an accident.” He sighed. “Well, that shows you are Jewel-touched, at least. But what of the Emperor in the West?”“He has learned of the Jewels,” said Nuthea without pausing. “He desires them, and has been moving to seize them, wherever he can find trace of them.”The Governor nodded. “Yes, that does explain reports we have been receiving of goings on in the West. Thank you for the warning, Manolian. You may leave me now.”“Hang on!” said Sagar. “Aren't you going to hear what we want?”“What you ‘want'? You are in no position to be making demands of me.”“Forgive my companion's rashness, Governor,” said Nuthea, “but it is true that we did not just come here to give you information, but to make a request.”“Well, spit it out then. What is it?”Nuthea hesitated very slightly. “The six of us are seeking to gather the Jewels together, to protect them from the Emperor. We would ask that you give us the Earth Emerald to look after for safekeeping.”“Ah. I see. Well, the problem in that case would be that we don't have it.”“What?!” said Nuthea, breaking character from that of a calm, composed negotiator to play the part of a flustered only-child.The Governor shrugged, making a triple chin for a moment. “We do not have the Earth Emerald. Well, that is to say, it is in Farr, but it is not in our possession.”“Where is it then?”“Why would you think that you have the right to know?!”“Lord Governor, I respect your concern for your own country's interests, but I cannot impress upon you the seriousness of this matter enough. There is an ancient Oneist prophecy which states that if the Primeval Jewels are all gathered together, astonishing power will be unleashed. The Emperor of Morekemia has been operating according to a policy of aggressive expansion of late, and were he to obtain all twelve of the Jewels there is no telling what havoc he would be able to wreak upon the world. He could enslave the whole of Mid under the banner of the Empire.”“Young lady, I am not a Oneist. I worship Eto, god of the earth. I have never heard of this prophecy before. Why should I have any reason to believe it?”“Well…” started Nuthea, but then abruptly ran out of steam. “Um…” She didn't appear to know how to handle people who didn't believe in the One and in Oneism.Cid took over for her. “Lord Governor, that is entirely understandable, but you must concede that even if this prophecy does not turn out to be true”—Huh? Ryn thought. Did Cid just say that?—“the Jewels are still extremely powerful ancient artefacts. When the Empire had just one Jewel, for a time, they were able to invade an entire continent and steal a second Jewel before my companions and I fought them and took them back. It would be a terrible thing for any more of the Jewels to fall into the hands of the Empire, whatever the full extent of the power they bestow.”The Governor raised an eyebrow at Cid. “That is a more persuasive case, old man, but I still see no reason to turn the Earth Emerald over to you. Anyway, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourselves, if you already have two Jewels.” He said this last with a sardonic sting in his voice. “Why should I trust you? How do I know that you are not seeking to do the same as the Emperor of Morekemia?”“He does have a point…” Ryn whispered to Nuthea. He could see where the Farrian Governor was coming from. They had never really cleared up what they would do with the Jewels themselves if they collected them all, apart from keeping them away from the Emperor. Nuthea had been vague about that. Maybe she secretly harboured dreams of using them to resurrect her deceased family, like Ryn did, too...“Shhh,” Nuthea chided him irritably out of the corner of her mouth. “We've been over this, Ryn…” She spoke to the Governor again. “Our motives are pure,” she announced confidently. “My...my mother was killed by the Empire in their pursuit of the Jewels. Both of Ryn here's parents were killed by them. We only seek the Jewels so that we may keep them from the Emperor and prevent others from coming to the same harm that our families did.”The Governor narrowed his eyes at the princess. A ponderous noise escaped his mouth. “And what of the rest of you? You're a bit of a ragtag bunch, aren't you?”Cid stepped up. “I, like the Princess, am a dedicated Oneist and a Healer. I believe in the Oneist legend of the Jewels and I believe it is of paramount importance that they are found.”“What about the rest of you?” the Governor asked, glancing down the line.Sagar shrugged. “I'm just the pilot. I'm only flying them around in exchange for being paid with gold, gemstones and beautiful women. You wouldn't happen to have any of those knocking around here, would you?”“No. Not for you, anyway.”“Damn.”“I'm the engineer,” said Elrann. “I hooked up with these guys when Imfis, where I was living, got invaded.”The Governor's gaze fell on Vish.“Vish, say something!” whispered Nuthea.“What?” The Shadowfinger blinked with surprise; his mind had been somewhere far away. “Oh. I suppose I am their bodyguard. They pay me too, with other things…”“Well, this is all highly suspect,” said the Governor. “I am amazed that you have even been able to obtain two Jewels at all. How have you?”“Um,” said Nuthea, “well… My country were already in possession of the Lightning Crystal…” It glittered where she held it up for a moment on its chain. “I inherited it from my mother. Though we did have to win it back from an Imperial General after he stole it. And Ryn was given the Fire Ruby by his father. Show him, Ryn.”Ryn held up his left hand, where the Fire Ruby sat on its ring around his middle finger.“Though that was stolen,” Nuthea continued, “by the same Imperial General, so we had to get that back too. Ryn did that really, with his flame projection powers. But the rest of us helped fight off the Imperials. Captain Sagar here actually has wind projection powers, since he was given a fragment of the Wind Shell by...um...his father. Show him, Sagar.”Sagar obliged happily, holding out an open palm in front of himself as Ryn had. A gust of air rushed upwards from the floor around him, making his jacket and ponytail flap for a moment.“And as well as being a pilot, Sagar is also a highly skilled swordfighter. And Grandfather Cid has already mentioned that he is a Healer. And Lady Elrann, as well as being an engineer, is highly proficient with pistols and whip. And, um, Shadowfinger Vish was once, um, a Shadowfinger…”“What?!” said the Governor. “One of the elite bounty-hunter assassins of the Empire?!“Um. Yes.”The Governor held up a palm. “Don't worry, I'm quite capable of defending myself.”Ryn turned his head. The guard by the door had started forward, but now reluctantly resumed his original position, his smile replaced by a tightly-clenched jaw.“How did you end up traveling with this party?” the Governor said to Vish.“They made me a better offer than the Empire,” Vish said matter-of-factly.“Oh?”“They keep me supplied with poppy seed. The Healer keeps them in his bag.”Ryn assumed that this would seal the Governor's disapproval and that the man was about to dismiss them again, even more forcefully this time. But instead of shouting them out of his audience chamber, the Governor went quiet again, then made another pondering noise.“Hmmm. You do seem to have some talents after all.” He put his fingers to his lips for a moment, and rubbed them, apparently in thought. After a while he said, seemingly to himself, “Defeating an Imperial General and winning back two Jewels is quite impressive, I suppose. Maybe there is some sense in trying to reclaim the Earth Emerald, especially if there is a chance of you actually doing it…”“Lord Governor,” said Nuthea, “where is the Earth Emerald?”“Hm? Well, if you're going to have a go at retrieving it, I suppose you do need to know where it is. It was placed by my predecessor in the Shrine to Eto, the earth god.”“Well, that's not too much of a problem,” said Ryn. “We can just go and retrieve it from there for you.”The Governor gave Ryn a withering look. “He placed it there so that nobody would be able to retrieve it. The Shrine to Eto is a labyrinthine temple now filled with traps, obstacles and monsters.”“Ah.”“That's nothing we can't handle!” spoke up Sagar. He counted their feats off on his fingers. “As a team we've already successfully escaped from an invasion, infiltrated the Imperial ranks, fought off an Imperial battalion, and defeated an Imperial general. Four of us are jewel-touched. And all of us are deadly fighters. Well, most of us,” he corrected himself, looking sideways at Ryn. The Governor tapped his lips. “Are you sure? Are you telling me that you are really prepared to attempt to enter the Shrine to Eto and retrieve the Earth Emerald yourselves? Facing the prospect of vicious monsters, deadly traps, and the high likelihood of injury and death?”“We have no other choice,” said Nuthea. “Either we do it or, sooner or later, the Empire will be here doing the same thing.”“Huld!” the Governor shouted suddenly.“Pardon?” said Nuthea. “What would you like us to hold?”“My Lord Governor,” said the soldier who had been standing guard at the door, now appearing alongside the companions, at the end of the line next to Vish. It hadn't been a command; it was a name.“Huld,” said the Governor, “I want you to take these six foreigners to the Shrine to Eto and bring the Earth Emerald back from there with them.”“I live to serve, Lord Governor.”“Woah!” said Sagar, instantly protesting. “We never agreed to that! Why do we need to take a bald Farrian along with us? We can do it just fine by ourselves!”“Why do you think; you loose-tongued Imfisi?” snapped the Governor. “You will need a Farrian guide both to lead you to the Shrine and to help you navigate it. And nobody is better suited to helping you in your task than Huld. He is my best monk. He is extremely well trained in the fighting arts. He will be able both to guide you to the Shrine to Eto and to assist you in retrieving the Emerald. I trust him implicitly.”Ryn looked at the soldier. No...the Governor had said monk. The man's massive smile was back on his face again. It was so wide it pushed his cheeks up into his already narrow eyes, making them look as though they were shut.“Hello,” said Huld, in a controlled, polite voice.“Er, hello,” said Ryn.“Good,” said the Governor, apparently seeing this as some kind of successful assimilation of Huld to the group. “That's settled then. Huld will assist you in retrieving the Earth Emerald. I have some matters I will need to discuss with him now. You will leave at first light tomorrow.” Get full access to Faenon's Fantasy Fiction Newsletter at sagaofthejewels.substack.com/subscribe
Il le dit très simplement : "Moi, ce qui m'intéresse, c'est la compétition". Toute sa vie, ou presque, Daniel Souben, 63 ans, n'a cherché qu'une chose : aller plus vite que le voisin. Forcément, après plus de cinq décennies de régates, ça vous pose un homme ; discret et peu connu du grand public, le Vannetais né en pays bigouden est une figure du milieu, très respectée de ses pairs.Cette passion, elle débute dès le plus jeune âge, grâce à un père passionné, et un frère qui devient naturellement l'équipier. A l'âge où l'on pratique l'Optimist, il est déjà en 420, écume les régates locales dès ses 10 ans, titille le haut des classements alors qu'il est encore ado, et les premiers podiums nationaux et mondiaux arrivent alors qu'il n'a pas 18 ans. C'est parti pour une longue carrière dans la voile olympique, en 470, d'abord, en Tornado ensuite.La sélection pour les JO se refusera à lui, mais il sait se diversifier : dès la fin des années 1980, les coureurs au large en multicoque viennent chercher les marins de l'olympisme, appréciés pour leur finesse de barre et leur rigueur. Souben est de ceux-là : sur Jet Services, puis avec Laurent Bourgnon sur Primagaz.Pendant ce temps, il n'oublie pas qu'il est prof de gym en disponibilité : à la fin des années 1980, il est sollicité par un groupe de très jeunes marins qui veulent faire du catamaran de sport, alors que la filière jeune est inexistante. Il lance avec eux la Cataschool et les fait grandir : les frères Morvan, Matthieu Vandame, son fils Matthieu Souben, Arnaud Jarlegan, Gurvan Bontemps font tous de très belles carrières dans la voile, au plus haut niveau.Au début des années 2000, il devient enfin professionnel en passant chez Banque Populaire, dont il structure l'équipe Orma, avant de travailler avec Franck Cammas puis Jean-Luc Nélias. Il rencontre ensuite Géry Trentesaux, qui lui demande d'organiser une équipe gagner le Tour de France à la voile. Daniel Souben, qui n'a pas couru en monocoque depuis le 470, se met à la tâche avec méthode et professionnalisme : ce sera l'aventure Courrier Dunkerque, soldée par trois victoires dans le TFV entre 2008 et 2014.En 2015, il pose sac à terre, mais son savoir-faire reste demandé : il coache et route nombre de marins - Erwan Le Roux, Yann Eliès, Sébastien Rogues (qui gagne la Transat Jacques Vabre avec son fils Matthieu en 2021) - et prend, en 2022, la tête d'Orlabay, le centre d'entraînement de La Trinité-sur-Mer. Avec toujours les mêmes objectifs : être devant, et transmettre.Diffusé le 16 février 2023Générique : In Closing – Days PastPost-production : Grégoire Levillain
Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. He discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the Fire Ruby. Ryn sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. The companions now find themselves traversing the skies of Mid in Sagar's airship, heading to the land of FARR to attempt to retrieve the EARTH EMERALD…SEASON TWO EPISODE 23: ABOARD THE GOOD AIRSHIP WANDERLUSTElrann hated to admit it, but pirate-man's airship was an absolute beauty.She strode out of the doors of the captain's chambers in the forecastle and onto the main deck. Rushing air immediately greeted her, whipping her purple hair around her face, and she pulled her goggles down over her eyes. The skyscape, pale orange and blue and white, was decorated with the fluffy clouds of a dawn somewhere over Aibar, above which they were currently flying on their way to Farr.“Ah…” Elrann exhaled after taking a drink of the cold crisp air. It's good to be alive.Ryn, Vish and Cid were already up, she was surprised to see, stood together looking out over the prow of the ship, yapping about something or other and taking turns to point at the clouds and scraps of desert visible below. They hadn't heard her come onto the deck.“‘Bout time you got up, woman!” someone called out over the wind from behind her.Elrann whirled on her heel. Above her, atop the ship's forecastle, underneath her black blimp from which the body of the ship hung suspended by steel ropes, behind the ship's wheel, stood Sagar.“I never got my wakeup call!” Elrann yelled back.“Ha!” the pirate scoffed, his ponytail flapping in the wind behind him. “You'd be lucky! Where's her majesty--still sleeping?”Always with the asking about princess-girl, Elrann thought. “Yeah,” she said, “for the meantime. She needs her beauty sleep. I don't need so much 'cause I'm more beautiful.” She grinned and winked at him.“Ha!” Sagar laughed again. He seemed happy at the helm of his ship--literally in his element. “Listen, woman; go do a check over the engine for me. She's flying fine--but you might be able to get a little more juice out of her.”“Where d'ya think I was going?” Elrann shot back. “I'll go of my own accord, not to obey an order, thank ya very much. You might be the pilot of this ship, but you ain't her captain any more, whatever princess-girl calls ya.”She turned away from the faint sound of Sagar's “Rrrr,” hiding her smile, and paced across the deck to steps that led below. That's for calling me ‘woman' twice already today. She waved a good morning to Ryn, Vish and Cid before descending.Belowdecks were five main rooms: a hold which had been stuffed full of food supplies by princess-girl's ‘countrywomen' before they left, a very small brig, a very small mess with chairs and a card table, the sleeping cabin, and the engine room.Unfortunately, you had to go through the sleeping cabin to get to the engine room.The sleeping cabin was filthy, the walls that enclosed its rows of hung hammocks scrawled with lewd paint graffiti or knife-scored with tallies of how many days the original crew had been in the air at a particular time. Even the Imperials hadn't bothered to clean it up when they had occupied the ship for a while. All the same, Elrann wouldn't have minded sleeping in the main cabin, and had done so on many other airships.But on their first night in the air, when they had opened the door to the cabin and been hit by a wave of the stink of...boys, Nuthea had spoken up.“No,” Nuthea had said, wrinkling her nose. “Absolutely not. This does not befit a Queen.”“But you're not a Queen,” Sagar said. “You weren't coronated.”“It does not befit a princess either. I am not sleeping in here. I am not having you men leching over me and Elrann while we get undressed.”Sagar's face fell. “Well, where do you suggest that you sleep? You can't exactly sleep up on the deck, and the other rooms aren't really big enough.”“Elrann and I will sleep in the captain's quarters.”Sagar's face lit up. “An excellent idea! I'll be able to keep you both company.” His wolf-grin gripped his face.Nuthea's expression could have curdled milk. Nuthea's expression could have boiled milk. “No, Captain Sagar: Elrann and I will sleep in the captain's quarters by ourselves.”Sagar's face turned as purple as Elrann's hair. “But it's the captain's quarters! That means it's for the ‘captain'! The clue is in the name!”“My mind is made up,” Nuthea said. One of her catchphrases, Elrann noticed.“Rrrrr.”They had argued some more, but eventually Sagar had been forced to back down when Nuthea had reminded him that he was in her pay, since she was funding this little Mid-trotting Jewel-hunting escapade and keeping him in coin to be the pilot for it.Poor moronic pirate-man… Elrann thought as she opened the door to the engine room at the back of the ship, having successfully navigated the gauntlet of the vacant sleeping cabin. You just don't have a clue, do you?Wanderlust's engine was a big, shining, black, iron beauty that filled the whole of its room. The main chamber, effectively a massive tank, had a door built into the front of it into which fuel could be shovelled--coal, usually, but this was a Class One Steam Engine made in Erm, which meant that she could run on pretty much whatever you put in her—coal, wood, oil, grass, leaves, poodoo, metal if it was hot enough, animals, even people… Elrann blinked away that particular memory from the one time she had worked on a ship with a Class One before. As long as the fuel burned or evaporated and produced some kind of smoke or gas to fly up the feeder pipe, into the engine's compression system above and then eventually along the two fuel lines to the two air turbines that sat at the underside of Wanderlust's bow, it would work.She opened the door of the main chamber, its heat immediately warming her skin, and shovelled in some more coal from the nearby bag on the floor. The furnace inside glowed as it swallowed the fuel, and the whirring of the ship's turbines from outside picked up in pitch a fraction.She shut the door and took a spanner out of one of her utility pouches, relishing the feel of the cold metal as it sat comfortably in her palm, read the gauges on the top of the engine, and set to work on it.A Class One engine was effectively a heart, except that instead of pumping blood it pumped smoke, or steam. The ship's engineer's main job was to fine-tune the compression and decompression system in the upper chambers of the engine, built above the feeder pipe that came from the fuel tank, so that the gas in it was expelled at maximum speed and efficiency along the two fuel lines to power the turbines which propelled the ship through the air. This was largely achieved by tightening and loosening various screws, knuts and bolts attached to the chambers to shrink or enlarge the different ‘ventricles' of the engine system.As she did this now, Elrann lost herself in her work. For a time there was only the engine and she only had space to think briefly that the place where she was happiest and most in her element was in front of a metal machine, preferably an engine, tinkering and investigating and adjusting, being warmed by the heat from its burning fuel, savouring the burnt taste of smoke on her tongue, listening to the industrious hum of the turbines.Eventually she got the engine pretty much where she wanted her and her mind became free to wander again.What had she been thinking about before she got to work on the engine? Something had been bothering her…Oh, yeah. Pirate-man. She was fairly sure that, as well as obviously ‘leching' after Nuthea, Sagar had been sending some meaningful glances her way lately as well. It seemed that, after he had gotten over his initial shock at her short hair, tomboyishness and the facts that she was an engineer and could both drink and swear better than him, he had become interested in her as well. It seemed that his lechy-ness knew no bounds. He wasn't very good at either hiding or showing it, though in different ways.Little did the stupid man know that rather than letting him into her overalls she was much more interested in trying to work out whether or not he was actually her half-brother.Truth be told, she reflected as she continued to tend to the engine, making some perfectionist and entirely unnecessary tweaks, Sagar had made her think of her father the very first time she had met him, in the Traveller's Rest in Ast. Of course, she had never actually known her father, but he had been described to her as a dashing skypirate with a brown leather jacket with a high collar, a rugged beard, baby blue eyes and...a ponytail.She turned a screw on the engine with her spanner, listening for the subtle change in the turbine's hum, trying to get exactly the tone she wanted. She knew that her obsession with skypirates, airships, and eventually airship engines had originated from being told about her father, a skypirate who had landed in Zerlan once and got her mother pregnant from a single amorous encounter, but she didn't care. She could no more change her love for them than she could change the colour of her purple eyes or her supernatural ability to hold her drink. They were a part of her.Early on in her acquaintance with Sagar, when they had been escaping from Ast and then trekking across the Imfisi plains, she had developed a small crush on him. Her cheeks warmed now at the memory, and it wasn't just the warmth of the engine. It was embarrassing to see now how obviously that had been connected to her longing for her father, but at the time she had just fallen right into it. It had been so scary being in Ast when it was invaded, and Sagar had taken charge and been so confidentShe tightened another knut. But, the thing was, as time had gone by, slowly the crush had morphed into something else. She had begun to notice some little things, and some big things. The big things were so obvious that she hadn't noticed them at first, thinking them too common not to be coincidences: the brown leather jacket with a high collar, the blue eyes, the handsome features, and that ponytail. But it was the little things that had begun to stack up and eventually make her wonder about the big things: The way his wolf-like grin sometimes reminded her of her own when she caught it in a looking glass. His slightly larger than normal front canine-teeth. His own love of airships, and all things to do with them. Even the way he growled when he got frustrated or irritated, though thankfully Elrann had so far managed to keep that particular trait of hers hidden from the other members of their traveling party. Too many coincidences had mounted up for her to continue to doubt that they were just coincidences with as much conviction. The clincher had been when Sagar had revealed that he was in possession of the ‘Wind Shell' and that his father was Captain Edbin Figaro. Elrann's mother hadn't even known the name of the man that had swept her off her feet and impregnated her on the same evening, but she had told Elrann that he had been a captain of a ship, since she had seen him sail off piloting it the next day. Elrann worried that her mother, and now she, had romanticised the man, wanting him not just to be some regular old scummy skysailor or randy cabin boy. But it was what her mother had told her.So, gradually, little by little, she had pieced together the idea that maybe, just maybe, she and Sagar might share a father.Maybe, just maybe, Sagar might be her half-brother.And if Sagar was her half-brother then, maybe, just maybe, he might be able to help her to find her father.That was a good enough reason to hang around with this crew a little longer—at least until she worked up the courage to tell him.Of course, there was also the pay (courtesy of princess-girl), the protection, and the general sense of meaningfulness now that they were questing after these magical Jewel-thingamys to save the world or what have you. And the company was alright, she supposed. Princess-girl could talk like anything when she got going, though she was pretty interesting to listen to.But yeah, the main reason she was still here was to see if she could get a shot at finding her father, she reminded herself. If he was still alive, that was.She walked over to the bronze speaking tube set into the wall and put her mouth to it.“Hey pirate-man!” she said into it. “What d'ya think?”For a moment there was no reply, just the gaping protrusion of the speaking tube.Then: “She's sounding alright, woman.”Elrann's lip curled up at the corner. She knew well enough not to expect a ‘thank you' or a ‘good job'. But she also knew that she had the engine functioning damn near perfectly. She had heard the reluctant acknowledgement of that in Sagar's tone.“You coming up for breakfast?” said Sagar's voice through the speaking tube.“In a bit,” Elrann answered. “I want to tend to her a bit more for a while.”“Suit yourself.”Elrann went back to the engine. There was absolutely no reason to do anything with her right now, but she liked being here, and she could always play with trying to get her functioning even more near perfectly.She set about the screws and knuts again, and thought about how and when she was going to bring up her theory about their parentage with Sagar.*Sagar couldn't decide who he was more attracted to, the princess or the engineer woman.He checked the red needle of the compass built into the centre of Wanderlust's wheel and adjusted her slightly to keep on course. It was pretty easy to navigate to Farr. He had never been out all that way before, but he knew you basically just had to head east for a long time. That was the direction he was flying them in now, into the bright Aibarian sunrise.Of course, both ladies came with their problems. The princess was an obvious choice, what with her being drop-dead gorgeous, with that golden hair and slender face and full bust. And she had a lot of money. But she was a handful and a half—no, two handfuls, if not more. A right royal pain in the arse. Almost literally. She was basically mad. And being hit by lightning from her hurt. A lot.So then there was the engineer woman too. Sagar had been almost embarrassed to admit to himself that he was attracted to her at first, and truth be told, he sort of still was. She looked too much like a boy with her short hair and engineer's overalls and laddish way of speaking. Being attracted to her made him feel all sorts of uncomfortable feelings that he didn't like to acknowledge. That was why he called her ‘woman'—to reassure himself that he was being attracted to a woman. For attracted to her he was. Something about her strut, something about her self-assuredness, something about the way she held a wrench and tended so well to his ship's engine, got his winds gusting. He licked his lips, enjoying the play of rushing air moving over them and cooling them where he wet them.Yes, he promised himself, I'll get one of them before this ‘Quest' is done. Maybe both of them. Maybe both of them at the same time. They are sleeping in my quarters after all. How hard could it be?Never mind that he had never actually slept with anybody before.Never mind that he was hopelessly, desperately insecure and under-confident on the inside.Never mind that his brash skypirate demeanour was just a persona he had had to develop fast when he had inherited this ship and its crew from his father much earlier than he had expected to.The women didn't need to know any of that.None of the others needed to know any of that.He tried to push these thoughts away, but they just came back stronger.A great job he had done of looking after this ship and crew her… Things had started well, sure, with a few very successful early raids, and then taking down that Imperial ship.But then it had all gone wrong. Not only had he lost the ship, for a time, but he had also gotten the whole of his crew killed. He winced at the memory, and almost choked up a little, but forced the sob down hard. No way anyone was going to see him cry up here. It was a good thing he hadn't been too attached to the crew. It was a good thing he hadn't been with them that long. But he still felt guilty that they had been killed. He had left them unattended, right after taking down an Imperial warship, and then that Imperial General had specifically attacked him in revenge.Damn that General. If Ryn hadn't killed him first, Sagar would have liked to have been the one to do it. His eye itched underneath his eye patch. He did a quick scan of the deck. The pup, old timer and scumsucker were still yammering on about something or other at the prow. The woman was still in the engine room, for now. And the princess had not yet graced the morning with her presence.Quickly, before anyone had a chance to turn around and see, he slid one hand up underneath his patch and gave his left eye a good old itch, then withdrew it again.None of the others needed to know that he only wore the eye patch for show, to pretend that he had lost his eye in a battle and look tough.He would never have lost his eye in a battle. Fighting was the one thing he was genuinely good at. He was good at it because he had practiced at swords with his father's crew ever since he was young enough to hold one. And he was good at it because he cheated. He used his air projection abilities to throw his opponents off and give himself an unfair advantage.Below him, the princess stepped out onto the main deck. She was wearing a pale lilac dress with a purple sash that wove around her chest and waist, and long purple gloves. She had had a chance to restock her wardrobe before they left her home country. Damn, but she's looking good this morning, Sagar thought.“Morning, princess!” Sagar called down at her before any of the other men got a chance to greet her. “So good of you to join us!”Nuthea turned and looked up at him with a scowl that creased her exquisite forehead. “I did not sleep well,” she said over the wind and engine noise. “Your bed is not comfortable.”“Works fine for me.” Sagar said, not able or wanting to stop himself. “I'm sure it would be a lot more comfortable with me in it. You should let me show you how to use it sometime.”Casually, almost absent-mindedly, the princess raised a finger in the same gesture with which she had nearly singed him with lightning when he had been rude to her on his ship before.Sagar let out a little yelp involuntarily and jumped from fright, losing control of the wheel for a moment, and the ship lurched to one side. He put out a foot to steady himself, got his grip on the wheel back and righted her.“Rrrr,” he growled.“What happened?” said the pup, who had run over to see what was going on.“I was just reminding Captain Sagar here not to overstep his bounds and to speak respectfully in the presence of a princess. Everything is fine now.”Ryn frowned up at Sagar, as if to say ‘Control yourself.'Sagar wanted to blast the boy with a barrage of air, but he bit back his spellword. He was trying to get on better with Ryn. Particularly after that incident when the boy had horribly burned his face. Things would probably go better on this Quest if they could get on with each other.Why am I on this stupid Quest again, anyway?Oh yeah, that's right. To see if I can get laid with the princess and/or the engineer woman. That's not going too well so far… But also because I'm going to get paid a tonne of gold for going on it. And because I don't have anything better to do.And I suppose that saving the whole of Mid from the Emperor of Morekemia is a relatively worthwhile thing to do as well... “Sagar,” Ryn called, “now we're all awake, shall we have some breakfast?”Sagar blinked, shaken out of his rare moment of self-reflection.“Whatever,” he said. He turned to the speaking tube that rose out of the floor nearby and put his mouth in front of it. “Woman, it's time for breakfast! Come on up, and bring some waybread with you from the hold while you're at it!”“I'm coming, but you can get your own damn waybread!” Elrann's voice hollered back at him through the speaking tube. “Pilot, not captain, remember?”“Rrrr,” growled Sagar as he locked the ship's wheel in place with its mechanism and stomped off to go and find some food.*The open sky, wind caressing his skin, glimpses of cloud rushing past below.Cid hated flying.He had hated it when he had been part of his previous adventuring party years ago, and he hated it now. The back of his throat was moist, and he kept having to swallow, worried that he would be sick at any moment. Butterflies not only fluttered but crashed into each other in his stomach. He wished he knew a spell to cure him of his nausea. If there was one he hadn't discovered it yet. Esuna didn't work.He hated flying, but he knew it was a necessary evil. It was the fastest way to get where they needed to go.He tore a chunk of waybread from the communal plate that lay in the middle of them where they all sat in the centre of the main deck and tried to pay attention to what the young ‘uns were saying.Sagar was speaking. “What were you three yammering about up there at the front of the ship for so long, anyway?”Cid's eyelids fluttered, and he tried to make it look like it was from offense and not from queasiness. “If you must know, we were talking to young man Vish here about his poppy addiction.”“Ah, that old chestnut again,” scoffed Sagar. “What about it? You ready to come off the scum yet, scumsucker?”Vish said nothing. He didn't even favour the pirate with a look.“As a matter of fact,” Cid said, “he is. He had a double hit recently and he's still feeling some of the negative after-effects. The headache, the mind fog, the despair... He says he's ready to start spacing out the hits for longer, and perhaps to stop them completely.”“Ha!” said Sagar. “I'll believe that when I see it!”Now Vish did look at Sagar and his eyes slitted to tight grey lines behind his face covering.“Alright team, so what's the plan?” said Ryn, changing the subject.Cid was grateful the boy was taking charge. Someone needed to lead this group, and Cid judged Ryn was the one to do it. Though the boy would have competition from his Grandaughter and the young pirate. And true, each of the two of them were good leader material, too. His Granddaughter was brave, fierce and knowledgeable. But she was also impetuous and condescending and had a tendency to fly off the handle. And the pirate was highly skilled with his blades and wind-projection, not to mention at piloting the ship, and he seemed to have a lot of adventuring experience. But he was also completely in this for his own personal gain, at least at this point in their Quest.Cid himself was not the one to lead. That had not gone well for him before. The One wanted him here just to guide, to advise, to help, this time, he was sure.“Well,” said Nuthea at length, “it will take us about another four days' flying to reach Farr.”“Four days!” said Sagar. “That's ages!”“Well, yes, it is a long way away.”“We'll have all killed each other by then!”Vish looked at Sagar again, Cid noted.“Let us hope not,” said Nuthea.Cid really hoped not. If this party was to succeed where his previous one had failed, they would need to all get along with one another. He couldn't face a repeat of what had happened the last time he had been part of a group trying to gather all the Jewels together…“Actually,” Nuthea continued, “we will get to Farr a bit before then, but Shun Pei is in the extreme east of Farr, so it will be four days before we get there.”“And what will we do when we get there?” asked Ryn.“We will land Wanderlust and seek an audience with the Governor of Farr, who resides in Shun Pei. He should know where the Earth Emerald is kept.”“That's your plan?” said Elrann. A favourite question of hers. “Just walk in and ask for the shiny rock?”“Yes. I am sure that once I explain the situation–that the Emperor of Morekemia is seeking the Jewels and that we are collecting them to keep them safe–the Governor will see that the most reasonable course of action is to entrust the Jewel to us.”“Sorry, princess girl,” said Elrann, “but that's just wishful thinking. I've been to Farr. The Farrians are a proud, stubborn, reserved sort of people. They ain't going to give ya the rock just because ya march right in and ask for it.”Cid stroked his beard. He was, of course, inclined to agree. There was no way that the Farrians were going to hand them the Jewel just because they walked in and asked for it. But don't say that. Let them work things out for themselves. Guide, don't lead. Influence, don't control. It's the only way they'll end up doing the things they need to do.“Well, we've got to at least try,” said Nuthea. “It's the only other Jewel that we know about at the moment. We've got to make sure that it's safe.”“What makes you think that if the Farrians have it it isn't safe already?” asked Ryn.“Perhaps it is, but then we can at least warn them that the Empire might be coming for it. And…” Nuthea turned to Cid. “Grandfather, when it comes to the elemental ‘strengths and weaknesses' you discovered, how does earth interact with fire?”Cid searched his memory, glad of the distraction from his skysickness. “Hmmm. If I recall correctly, we can't know for sure yet, but it seems likely that earth-aligned people would be either partially or highly vulnerable to fire attacks. Fire consumes and ravages the earth, after all. And fire burns up wood, leaves, grass, which are all associated with the element of earth.”“There we are,” Nuthea said conclusively, folding her arms. “We may have the Fire Ruby now, but we don't know if there are any remaining Imperial soldiers or officers who still retain any fire affinity from it. If there are, then they will be dangerous to any earth-aligned Farrians. I've made up my mind. The Earth Emerald will be much safer with us than remaining with them, as is the case for the Fire Ruby and the Lightning Crystal.” She fingered the glittering crystal that hung on the chain about her neck.Cid agreed. He was utterly convinced that their task from the One was not only to find the Jewels, but to gather them together. The scriptures, his dreams, and his own sense of inner direction from the One all confirmed this to him. He was convinced that the Emperor of Morekemia was going to rise up to become a threat to the whole world and that the Jewels needed to be gathered together in order for him to be stopped. But don't say that. Just guide, advise, gently encourage. Nothing too forceful. No matter that these weren't the only things he was convinced of, either…“There's just one thing I want to ask,” said Ryn. “The same thing came up at your Council at Orma.”Uh-oh, thought Cid.“Yes?” invited Nuthea.“I know we're a long way off from this, as there are twelve jewels and we only have two of them–”“--two and a bit,” interrupted Sagar, holding up his white fragment of the Wind Shell on its necklace.“Right...two and a bit. So I know we're a long way off, but let's say, down the line, we do succeed in this crazy ‘Quest' to gather all of the Primeval Jewels together. What then? You say there's a legend which says that whoever does this will be granted unbelievable power. What would we do with that?”The boy is clever, thought Cid. Definitely leader material.“I know what I'd do…” said Sagar, licking his lips and getting a far-off look.“That doesn't matter at this stage,” said Nuthea. “The important thing at this stage is simply that we gather the Jewels together to keep them safe from the Emperor.”“I know,” said Ryn, “but...you know…what if we actually manage it? What could we do with the Jewels? Do you think...do you think they would be powerful enough to do something like...bring people back from the dead?”Ryn's question stunned the whole group into temporary uncharacteristic silence. Even Sagar didn't mock it.Nuthea looked over at Cid again, deferring to him. “Grandfather?”All eyes were on him.Cid's mind recoiled from what he was convinced he had worked out about the Jewels. He couldn't even let himself think about it, let alone tell the young ‘uns about it. He spoke slowly and as plainly as he could, selecting his words with great care.“Of course, nobody has yet actually succeeded in gathering all of the Jewels together, as far as we know. So I don't know for certain. But the Jewels were made by the One, the Creator of Life itself. So it seems possible to me that, if the One made them, they could grant the power to restore life.”Sagar groaned. “Urgh. There you go with your ‘One' stuff again. What a load of nonsense.”The pirate's atheism was irksome, but not intolerable. Cid must tolerate it. It was also understandable, given what Cid knew of his life, but Sagar didn't know what he knew. “How do you even know this ‘legend' about the Jewels is true, anyway?” Sagar said. “I mean, sure, there are Jewels and they do give people special elemental powers, I'll grant you that much, but how do you know they were made by a ‘One' and that something wacky will happen if you put them all together? Where does this legend come from, anyway?”“It comes from earliest time, time before memory,” said Cid. “It comes from the earliest humans who saw the One face to face and walked with him at the Making of Mid. It comes from a time before writing and reading were invented, but the legend was passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, and when writing was invented, it was set down.”“Where?” asked Ryn.“Well,” Nuthea joined in. “There are a number of different texts. We have one in Orma, known as the Book of the Crystal, because it was kept with the Lightning Crystal.” She touched the Jewel at her chest again. “They are all copies of the originals, which have long been lost, but they were copied faithfully.”“Oh,” said Sagar, “well that's very convenient, isn't it? How do you know that they were copied faithfully, and things weren't changed?”Cid took over again. “Because the copies all ended up in different places, many a long way away from each other, but they all say the same thing. Or essentially the same thing, with only minor divergences. I have seen many of them on my travels. There are texts in Manolia, in Imfis, in Umbar, in Farr…”“Say what, pops?!” butted in Elrann. “You've been to Farr before as well?!”“Yes.”“Well why didn't ya say so?”Cid shrugged. “I hadn't seen it necessary to mention it.” Guide, don't lead.“Alright, alright,” said Sagar, “so these copies of Oneist texts that are supposedly scattered around the place. What does this legend about the Jewels written down in them actually say?”Cid recited the scripture he knew best:“Twelve Jewels there areFor the Twelve Peoples of Mid:Ruby, Crystal, Sapphire,Emerald, Onyx, Diamond,Beryl, Meteorite,Chrysolite, Chrysoprase,Pearl and CarnelainWhenever they are gathered together,The power of the One will be there,To save Mid in her greatest hour of need.”For a moment, only the rush of wind and the hum of Wanderlust's turbines.“What a load of hokey,” said Sagar.Cid smiled at him. The boy would come to see in time.His Granddaughter was not so accommodating. “Captain Sagar, you are being very rude. The legend has been passed down for generations. What is ‘hokey' about it?”“Well for a start, it only mentions eleven Jewels. Didn't you spot that? Some ‘prophecy'. ‘The One' can't even count properly!”“That's easy to address,” said Granddaughter, holding her head up. “The twelfth Jewel is for the element of Void. The texts list the twelve elements elsewhere, and it's not difficult to figure out there must be a twelfth Void Jewel. Just because they don't mention it explicitly doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.”“What about ‘Stone'?” said Ryn. “That isn't even a Jewel?”“Yes,” said Nuthea, “not a lot is known about the Nature Stone either, but the texts do mention it. It may be that it is another kind of jewel, since jewels are kinds of stones, after all.”“Well it's still nonsense,” said Sagar. “There ain't no ‘One' who made the Jewels. They are just part of nature, a quirk of Mid. All this stuff about a One and gathering the Jewels together is just stories that people made up to try to explain things they don't understand. One day we'll be able to explain it properly.”Nuthea's jaw tightened and her eyes grew in size. “Captain Sagar—” she began, but for once Cid thought it was time to intervene.“Granddaughter,” he said gently, “there is no use in arguing further. We have our gamble on what we believe is true, and young Sagar has his. In the end, either we will turn out to be right in our beliefs, or he will. And before the end of our Quest, he may change what he believes too, though not likely through argument. Or he may not.”“Whatever,” said Sagar. “You know what? So long as I get paid, I don't really care.”The party got on with their breakfast, drawing ever closer to Farr.Indie ebook sales: Get full access to Faenon's Fantasy Fiction Newsletter at sagaofthejewels.substack.com/subscribe
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Pour cette première exposition, Tania De Paola a repris la scénographie de son dernier spectacle créé en 2021 "Où est Charlie ?", en redonnant une deuxième vie aux 468 chaussures qui ont habité la scène avec elle. Dans une époque où lʹécologie est primordiale, Tania De Paola recycle chaque chaussure en pièce unique : chacune dʹelle est peinte et assortie à une toile. Un concept assurément unique et original où l'artiste, que ce soit à travers la danse ou la peinture, souhaite laisser son empreinte, précisément "sua Orma". Née en Suisse, dʹorigine sicilienne et arménienne, Tania De Paola sʹest formée au Centre International de Danse Rosella Hightower en France ainsi que chez Alvin Ailey à New York et elle fonde la Compagnie Tania De Paola en lʹan 2000. La pluridisciplinarité est la marque de fabrique de sa compagnie. Elle a toujours eu pour but avoué de mélanger les différentes disciplines. Ses concepts artistiques sont volontiers qualifiés dʹinclassables. Autodidacte, elle peint depuis son plus jeune âge. Exposition "Orma" du 31 octobre 2023 au 11 janvier 2024, Galerie d'art Kuarahy, Lausanne. Tania de Paola est l'invitée de Pierre Philippe Cadert.
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Greetings, listeners and subscribers! Very excitingly, this month's podcast episode has a new narrator (thanks, Dritëro!), since it has a different POV character to the rest of Season One! I won't spoil things by telling you who…This also wraps up the audio to Season One, so look out for a special treat coming soon—a free audiobook of the whole of Season One! Not to mention…the start of Season Two!Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. He discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. Ryn sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. The companions now find themselves recuperating in Nuthea's homeland, where after much travail they have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, now borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, now borne by Nuthea…SEASON ONE EPISODE 21: EPILOGUE: BATTLE WITH MYSELFVish sat on the end of the bed and stared at the two black poppy seeds in his open palm.Why wasn't he just taking them? This was his chance. Dinner, which he grudgingly admitted to himself had been quite good—what he could taste of it, that is—with its roast pig and truffles and little birds marinated in wine, was over. Everyone else had retired to their chambers too. He had all night to enjoy the sweet delights of the not one, but two poppy seeds he had taken from Elpis before he killed her.A double hit. The hot fast rush as he first swallowed them, the building intensity in his head as his body processed them, the wave upon wave of pleasure that would gradually overwhelm his entire being, the warm afterglow he would eventually bathe in afterwards, the loosening, the calm, the relief. This was his chance.So why hadn't he taken them yet?The old man.Damn the old man! The old man had planted a different kind of seed in his mind. A different kind of seed that had slowly been growing, and had now produced a small shoot that was big enough to notice.If you space out the hits far enough and start to come off it, you can start to feel other things too. It is possible. I've seen others do it. I've helped others do it.The old man had planted the seed of the idea in Vish's mind that it was possible to come off the poppy and learn to enjoy other things again. But he didn't really want to do that, did he? The poppy was his life. The poppy was pure joy. The poppy was the greatest thing it was possible to experience. He didn't want to ‘come off' that. He didn't want to lose that. He didn't need to be ‘free' from that.But then why hadn't he taken them yet?He put the poppy seeds down on the nightstand next the bed, stood and began to pace the room. The floor was made of white marble shot through with wisps of black. The walls were of white stone, hung with tapestries and paintings that in the light from the candle on the nightstand he could see depicted long-haired Manolians winning battles over other nations, or successfully defending their realm from invaders. There was no god on any of them. A strange people, these warrior-women who made the men do all the women's work in their country, who worshiped a single invisible God who made everything, and who didn't acknowledge any of the other gods. Though not uniquely strange, he supposed. The old man worships this ‘One' as well, after all...The curtains were thick and made of purple velvet. Vish drew one back to look out of the window, but only found the blackness of the night beyond, except for his reflection which looked back at him, lit up in the candle glow. He pulled off his head scarf, revealing the branded ‘X' scar on his forehead, his thick, cropped black hair, the black discoloration around his mouth.Someone glancing briefly at him might be forgiven for thinking it was a beard. But if they looked for any length of time, they would see that, no, in fact it was the skin around his mouth and the lower part of his nose that had turned from barky tan to black–deep black, black as a poppy seed, black as the darkness of the night outside. It was almost as if the flesh itself had died, and indeed Vish had much reduced sensation in those places. Why did the poppy do that? Yes, it went into his body through his mouth, or sometimes crushed up through his nose, but then it went into his stomach or his brain. Vish supposed that the poppy was so powerful that it simply had this effect on his body at the point where it entered him. There were probably parts of his insides that were discoloured black and had reduced sensation as well. He had often wondered if it would eventually turn the whole of him black. Then he would truly have become a creature of darkness; his transformation into a Shadowfinger would truly be complete.He turned and looked back at the nightstand where the two poppy seeds lay, two inky dots staining the room, marring it. Wasn't there a life that he had once had before that Imperial agent had got him hooked on the poppy and recruited him for the Emperor's Hand? Of course, it had been a hard life, working as a personal assassin for the Leader of Aibar, and he hadn't known the poppy. But he had had a measure of freedom: the ability to do what he wanted between jobs, his own dwelling. He had been able to fully enjoy the taste of food, the touch of a woman, the feel of the breeze on his face…The poppy had taken all of that from him. It had enslaved him, made him only want it, only really able to feel it. The times in between the hits had just become times when he was waiting for his next hit, or doing something to enable himself to get his next hit. They had become times when he wasn't really alive or tuned into the world, just drifting or trudging through a pale grey landscape questing for the next poppy seed.That was no way to live, was it?Vish walked back over to the nightstand and picked up the poppy seeds. He was going to throw them away. He had lived in this bondage for too long.He walked back to the window and slid it up and open. He barely felt the chill of the night air on his body.He was going to throw them out of the window.Come on. Throw them out of the window.Only...only what had he gained by taking the poppy? What would he lose if he threw it away?The greatest pleasure he had ever felt. Pure, all-encompassing, ecstatic sensation washing over every inch of his body. Thrill. The ability to be completely focused on and lost in something that wasn't pain, self-hatred, regret and bitterness.How could he throw all that away?No, he wouldn't throw them away, but he would wait a while before he took them. That way he would be ‘spacing out' the hits a little more, and maybe he would be able to come off it eventually like the old man said.He shut the window, walked back to the nightstand and put the poppy seeds down on it.He sat on the bed and looked at them.The thing was, it had been a fair while since his last hit. Not since that Zerlanese village they had stopped in to rest and stock up on supplies.Just one now, and one later.He picked up one of the seeds and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. A little black orb that encompassed a world of pleasure.But if he was going to have one hit now anyway, why not have two? A double hit. How often did he get the chance to have a double hit? Even the old man only gave him one poppy seed at a time. There was no way that he would ever give him two at once, especially with his talk of spacing out the hits and coming off them.Vish picked up both poppy seeds and chucked them into his mouth, swallowing them in one gulp.Pleasure exploded in his body, starting in his mouth, his head, and then spreading down through his neck, his chest, his arms, and the rest of him.He lay back on the bed, falling into the poppy trance.In his poppy trance, Vish got up off the bed.He looked around the bedchamber, working out where he was.Manolia, he surmised from the white marble. The home of the Crystal-keepers.He padded to the door of the chamber and turned the bronze knob gently till it clicked.He eased the door open slowly and silently.Only the glow from the wall-mounted lights lit the long corridor. The Shadowfinger looked both ways down it. Wall hangings, a wooden chair, a table with a vase atop it. Not just Manolia, but the palace in Orma, the capital. He had been here once before. He could not believe his good fortune.He shut the door quietly and made his way down the corridor, sticking to the candle-thrown shadows, as was his way, and taking care that his footsteps did not make a single sound on the carpets or marble floor, his poise and focus only enhanced by the poppy trance.Which chamber would hold what he was looking for?There were several other doors that led off from this corridor.None of these.He continued to make his way through the palace, allowing his intuitions to lead him to its most opulent area, a wide hallway bedecked with more huge versions of the ridiculous tapestries, up a flight of stairs, and…There.Vish drew back from the corridor into which he had just peered, concealing himself around the corner on the landing at the top of the steps.There were two guards posted outside of the door that he wanted, of course. The Manolains, though they were stupid, would have to be colossally stupid not to guard her. And it.He could use his talents in this state to slip past them, but they would be alerted by the sound of him opening and closing the door to the chamber.No matter. He knew what he needed to know now.Vish walked back to the first bedroom, keeping silence. As he did so he paid close, poppy-enhanced attention to the exact route he was taking, to the descent of the stairs, to the particular twist and turn of the corridors he took, to the number of steps.He shut the door to his room carefully behind him.He walked over to the window and slid it open. Cool night air blew in.He took off his black gloves and let them drop to the floor by the window.He reached into a pocket stitched into the inside of his robes in the left breast and drew out another pair of gloves, slipping these on instead.He held up his fingers and gave them a little wiggle. Ten small, vicious, gleaming points twinkled back at him in the moonlights from the tips of his fingers.He turned round and climbed out of the window backwards, shoving one clawed hand into the wall on the outside of the window.Vish smiled. The points on the end of his gloved fingers stuck fast in the stone of the Manolian palace, giving him a purchase.Slowly, carefully, the Shadowfinger made his way along the outside of the wall in the direction of the chamber he had identified, crawling across like an oversized, four-legged spider in the darkness. He drew on his considerable strength, honed by all those years of training, and held himself up with his arms alone as he crawled, though when he could find a ledge or a slant he allowed it to take his weight.He traversed a route along the walls to the chamber, making use of the mental map he had formed in his mind when he walked to and from it on the inside of the building.He arrived at the outside of the chamber.Not just one or two windows here but a whole wide wall of them, looking out on the courtyards below which were, thankfully, empty at this hour.Many windows, but they looked to have the same design as the one in his room, and would therefore open the same way. Vish supposed the Manolians had never counted on anyone being able to infiltrate the palace in this manner.He crept over to the nearest window, got level with it, and then took off one glove by pulling it off with his teeth as he hung from one hand.He pressed the palm of his now gloveless hand to the window, cold to the touch, and slid it silently up and open.He swung himself underneath a curtain into the chamber, crouching as he landed to take his weight and muffle any sound, and was still.Darkness cloaked the chamber. But darkness was Vish's element. His eyes grew accustomed to it even more quickly than usual, helped by the poppy, and he saw that the chamber held two large cupboards against the wall, a dressing table with mirror and chair, a nightstand, and bed.He remained crouching, listening.No sound came to break the stillness of the room, even to Vish's poppy-enhanced senses. Only, perhaps, if he strained his hearing to its limit, the rhythmic rises and falls of a sleeping breath.Good, the thought echoed in Vish's entranced mind.He took a step.The person in the bed grunted in their sleep, and Vish froze ice-still again for a moment, but then they rolled over and the rhythmic breathing resumed. Vish exhaled noiselessly.Vish moved to the bedside like a cat closing in on its prey.It was not on the nightstand.It hadn't been on the table either--Vish would have caught its glint from the candle-glow in the brief moment the door had been open.That must mean the girl in the bed—the princess of this land and the heir apparent, now that her mother had been disposed of—was wearing it.Fortunately, the girl was sleeping on her back, where she was breathing heavily. Quilts and blankets covered her up to her neck.Vish slipped his hand around the hem of the blanket, paused, then ever so carefully folded it back, making no sound.A chain. The girl was indeed sleeping with the crystal in its setting in the pendant about her neck.Unfortunately, she was also clasping the Jewel tight in one fist.What to do?Vish put his finger underneath the girl's left ear and tickled it very gently.When the girl did not respond, he tickled it slightly less gently.The girl grumbled in her sleep and let go of what she was holding to itch her ear, then let her hand lie flat on her pillow. The rhythmic breathing resumed again.There it was. A pendant and, set into it, a crystal which even now glowed faintly with the silent crackle of pent-up lightning.Vish's mouth made a smile underneath his face covering. Too easy.The Shadowfinger reached inside the fold of his uniform to another of its many inner pockets, the one sewn into the right breast, and found there a small implement which he retrieved, and a small hessian bag.He reached over the girl with his gloved hand and used the implement, a small steel rod that came to a thin sharp line at a right angle at its end, like a miniature pick, to scrape the crystal slowly once, twice, thrice.The girl stirred and murmured, and Vish stayed still again a moment, but then her sleep-breathing restarted.He held up the implement, and when he was satisfied that it had enough minute glittering crystal scrapings on it, he deposited them carefully in his bag.The Shadowfinger left the room by the way he had come in. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com
Chaque vendredi du 28 juillet au 18 août, Tip & Shaft vous propose sa série estivale. Vous aimez les années 80 ? Nous aussi ! Pour cette série d'été, Tip & Shaft a choisi de mettre en avant quelques uns des grands marins qui ont illustré cette décennie. Troisième invité, Loïck Peyron, un des marins les plus connus des français avec plus de quatre décennies de courses à la voile au compteur. Écoutez-le dans la première partie du 21e épisode d'Into The Wind, enregistré le 2 octobre 2020. Faut-il vraiment présenter Loïck Peyron ? L'un des marins les plus populaires et les plus connus des Français, il compte plus de quatre décennies de courses à la voile au compteur, sur les supports les plus variés. Ce fou de bateaux, qui dessine depuis toujours son embarcation idéale, a touché à toutes, absolument toutes les machines de course - même s'il a longtemps montré une préférence pour les multicoques. L'un des rares marins à avoir participé à la Mini-Transat ET à la Coupe de l'America, il affiche un palmarès hors normes : triple vainqueur de la Transat anglaise, double vainqueur de la Transat Jacques Vabre, vainqueur de la Route du Rhum et de la Barcelona World Race, détenteur du Trophée Jules Verne, plusieurs fois champion du monde Orma, il était aussi de la première édition du Vendée Globe, où il se classe 2e derrière Titouan Lamazou. A 60 ans, il se définit comme "comme un planneur qui descend tranquillement", enchaînant les navs plaisirs et les piges ça et là. Formidable conteur, pédagogue au regard précis, il a toujours considéré qu'il ne pouvait pas se plaindre, cachant une grande efficacité derrière une apparente facilité. Au cours de ces 3 heures de conversation (en 2 parties, rassurez-vous !), nous retraversons avec lui les grandes heures de la course au large, depuis son départ de la maison familiale à 18 ans, sans le sou, jusqu'à la Solitaire du Figaro 2019, courue plus de 40 ans après. Ce premier épisode nous emmène de l'enfance de Loïck au Pouliguen jusqu'à The Race, en 2001, à la veille de la fameuse Route du Rhum. Première diffusion le 02 octobre 2020 Rediffusé le 11 août 2023 Générique : In Closing – Days Past Post-production : Clovis Tisserand ----------------- Pour vous abonner à Tip & Shaft, le média des professionnels et des passionnés de voile de compétition, c'est par ici : www.tipandshaft.com/abonnement
Chaque vendredi du 28 juillet au 18 août, Tip & Shaft vous propose sa série estivale. Vous aimez les années 80 ? Nous aussi ! Pour cette série d'été, Tip & Shaft a choisi de mettre en avant quelques uns des grands marins qui ont illustré cette décennie. Deuxième invité, Alain Gautier, vainqueur de la Solitaire du Figaro, vainqueur du Vendée Globe, team manager de d'Isabelle Joschke, un des rares coureurs à pouvoir s'enorgueillir de quatre decennies de course à la voile au plus haut niveau. Écoutez-le dans cette première partie du 16e épisode d'Into The Wind, enregistré le 15 mai 2020. Quatre décennies de course à la voile au plus haut niveau : peu de marins peuvent s'enorgueillir d'une telle longévité, mais Alain Gautier fait partie des rares coureurs à afficher un tel parcours... A 57 ans, le Lorientais peut dérouler un palmarès impressionnant : 18 Solitaire du Figaro - dont une victoire en 1989 -, 2 Vendée Globe - dont une victoire en 1993 -, et des premières places sur l'AG2R, La Baule-Dakar, des podiums sur le BOC Challenge, la Route du Rhum, la folie des années Orma, une campagne de Coupe de l'America... Personnage discret mais passionné de vitesse et d'automobiles, Alain Gautier s'est un peu assagi, désormais team manager du projet Imoca d'Isabelle Joschke, soutenu par MACSF. Une première partie qui nous emmène dans les années 1980, depuis sa première Solitaire du Figaro, courue à crédit alors qu'il est à peine majeur, jusqu'au premier Vendée Globe, celui des pionniers, où, benjamin de la course, il finit 6e. Premier diffusion le 15 mai 2020 Rediffusé le 4 août 2023 Générique : In Closing – Days Past Post-production : Clovis Tisserand ----------------- Pour vous abonner à Tip & Shaft, le média des professionnels et des passionnés de voile de compétition, c'est par ici : www.tipandshaft.com/abonnement
Stress ~ Coping with stress - a short interview with Dr. Steve Orma. Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show.
Torban kana qērrō Hussen warra Orma, biyya Keniyārra nubiratti argama. Sēnāfi ādā warrārrā barnōta argatūf marti kēssanu dhihādhā! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ilmaormaa/message
Social Anxiety ~ Overcoming the social anxiety of dating - a short interview with Dr. Steve Orma Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show.
Caroline Muller est depuis 26 ans une figure connue et reconnue dans monde de la voile, son métier : la communication. Pourtant, sa double maîtrise de droit public et pénal ne la prédestinait pas vraiment à arpenter les pontons. "Ça part d'un échec, j'ai raté le barreau d'un rien et derrière, j'ai eu la chance de faire des rencontres, j'ai découvert un univers dans lequel j'ai plongé aux côtés de gens fabuleux." La première est avec Laurent Bourgnon et sa bande de copains suisses pour la Route du Rhum 1998, suivront Philippe Facque, ancien navigateur et surtout créateur du circuit Orma, “hyper visionnaire”, Franck Cammas, Roland Jourdain, Marc Guillemot, Mike Horn ou Ellen MacArthur, qu'elle accompagnera lors de son record du tour du monde en solitaire en 2005. "L'arrivée, quel bonheur ! C'étaient aussi des moments de stress et d'intensité professionnelle parce qu'il ne fallait pas décevoir les nombreux journalistes venus l'accueillir, c'était dingue, on a vécu un tunnel médiatique complètement fou." Pendant dix ans, Caroline Muller a formé un tandem de choc avec Vincent Borde au sein de l'agence Welcome On Board, en charge notamment de la communication de Groupama et de Franck Cammas, dont elle dit : "Il a un degré d'exigence et une curiosité incroyables et une force de boulot hors du commun, vous ne pouvez que progresser à ses côtés." La collaboration durera jusqu'à la Coupe de l'America en 2017, "une autre dimension, très internationale, le graal, c'est différent de notre milieu de la course au large très français". « Caro », comme on surnomme dans le milieu cette femme énergique, s'occupe ensuite de Yannick Bestaven en vue du Vendée Globe 2020-21, que le skipper de Maître CoQ remporte, nouvelle effervescence médiatique à la clé pour sa communicante. Si l'aventure se poursuit avec ce dernier, avec dans le viseur le prochain Vendée Globe, Caroline Muller a pris en charge récemment la communication d'Orient Express Racing Team, le défi français pour la 37e Coupe de l'America, qui s'alignera également sur la Youth et la Women America's Cup, une grande première pour l'épreuve féminine. Ce qui lui fait dire : "Être au commencement d'une équipe, c'est fantastique, ce sont des femmes inspirantes, qui donnent vraiment envie de se défoncer pour elles." Navigantes est animé par Hélène Cougoule et produit par Tip & Shaft . Diffusé le 10 mai 2023 Post production : Grégoire Levillain Générique : All the summer girls
Comme Roland Jourdain, Jean-Luc Nélias est un enfant de l'école de voile du Cap-Coz, cette bande de sable qui ferme la lagune de Port-la-Forêt ; et comme Bilou, deux ans plus jeune et ami de toujours, Jean-Luc Nélias va grandir dans l'écosystème de ce Finistère sud béni des dieux de la régate, où se côtoient, dans les années 1970 et 1980, Jean Le Cam, les frères Desjoyeaux, Marc Guillemot, Bretrand de Broc, Patrick Morvan et d'autres. Les études vite larguées, passionné de planche, il débute par quelques convoyages, embarque sur Pen Duick VI pour accompagner la transat Lorient-Les Bermudes en, 1983, régate avec Bilou sur son cata de 40 pieds Caisse d'Epargne, et fait vite son trou ; c'est une époque "d'aventuriers" et de "traîne-savates", où "tout est possible". Tout s'enchaîne : il progresse, court le SORC, embarque sur Jet Services - il est du tragique chavirage de 1985 - puis rencontre Jean Maurel qui l'emmène sur Elf Aquitaine, gagnant ensemble Québec-Saint-Malo, le Tour de l'Europe... En 1991, il mène son premier projet solo à bord de Cimarron, où il finit 3e de La Baule-Dakar, mais il poursuit surtout une carrière d'équipier recherché, se spécialisant dans la navigation. Il navigue avec Roland Jourdain (AG2R 1992), Laurent Bourgnon (Course de l'Europe 1993), Franck Cammas (AG2R 1996), Paul Vatine (Transat Jacques Vabre 1997), Thierry Peponnet (AG2R 1998), Marc Guillemot (Transat Jacques Vabre 1999)... et multiplie les participations au Tour de France à la voile pour faire bouillir la marmite. Il vit ensuite la belle époque des trimarans Orma à la tête de son propre projet, entre 2000 et 2003, avec Belgacom, embarquant Mich Desj et Loïck Peyron, avant de découvrir la Solitaire pour la première fois en 2004, gagnant le classement bizuth à 40 ans passés ! Il passe ensuite à l'Imoca avec Bilou, encore, et entre ensuite chez Groupama pour remporter avec Franck Cammas la Volvo Ocean Race en 2011 ; il rempile avec les Espagnols de Mapfre lors de l'édition suivante. Puis, c'est l'aventure Sodebo avec Thomas Coville, pendant 7 ans. Avant qu'une annonce dans Tip & Shaft, en 2021, n'attire son attention : Apivia recherche son team manager pour emmener Charlie Dalin décrocher le Vendée Globe . A 58 ans, le voilà patron d'équipe, découvrant la vie en CDI chez MerConcept, l'entreprise de François Gabart. Fidèle à lui-même, toujours aussi direct, Jean-Luc Nélias l'avoue : ça n'est pas facile tous les jours. Mais cela reste de la voile de haut niveau, une discipline qu'il pratique depuis quatre décennies. Diffusé le 5 mai 2023 Générique : In Closing – Days Past Post-production : Grégoire Levillain
Nobody Dies Here: Inside Melbourne's Medically Supervised Injecting Room
In the injecting zone, calm attention is crucial. Workers keep a keen eye on people injecting, while also respecting their privacy. And when someone's oxygen drops, workers are ready to respond immediately and prevent fatal overdose.Content advice: drug use, overdose, mild coarse languageFeaturingNurses - Kerry, Paul, Jen and Simon Harm Reduction Practitioners - Tess, Jesse, Lisa Client - ChristinaMSIR Medical Director - Nico ClarkHost - Michelle Ransom-HughesCreditsProducer/ Writer/ Editor/ Sound Design/ Mix - Michelle Ransom-HughesAtmospheric Sound recording - Jon Tjhia and Michelle Ransom-HughesRecorded on Wurundjeri land, produced on Turrbal/ Jagera landAn independent production of Alongside Radio (Australia), made possible by the cooperation of the North Richmond MSIRYou can support the production hereRead the Ryan Review to get more stats and facts about the trial of the North Richmond MSIR"Since its establishment in 2018, the Medically Supervised Injecting Room (MSIR) trial in North Richmond has succeeded in achieving the trial's central objective: saving lives. There have been almost 6,000 overdose events in the MSIR during the trial, and none has been fatal. Modelling suggests that during its time in operation the MSIR has prevented up to 63 deaths." (p.5 Ryan Review, February 2023)Thanks (MSIR) Shelley Cogger, Dr Nico Clark, Zoe Gleeson, Jen Anderson, James Fitzpatrick, and all the visiting clients and staff on duty, Sunday 26 June 2022. Jon Tjhia, Dylan Ransom-Hughes, Daniel Semo, Sophie Ransom, Jaye Kranz, Lucy Osborne, Kim Lester, Miss Nicole, Dave Suttee, Virginia H, and Nia P.MusicArriving Fog and Anticipation by Brylie Christopher Oxley (with kind permission)Orma by Tim Khan (CCbyA freesound)Grevillea Music by Danny Bale (CCbyANC)Nobody Dies Here Theme by Jen Anderson (original)Various by David Szesztay (under license)Thanks to the generosity of all sound artists and musicians who share their work via Creative Commons licenses and help make independent productions viable Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Elle fait partie de ces personnes de l'ombre qui vous apportent la lumière. Ce qui la caractérise ? Son sourire communicatif, la dextérité de ses mains et son petit côté MacGyver. A 40 ans, « enfin pas tout à fait, 39 exactement », Elise Bakhoum a déjà 20 ans de carrière derrière elle et quel parcours ! L'école, ce n'était pas tellement son truc et c'est en déambulant avec une amie dans les allées du Salon Nautique de Paris – où elle habitait à l'époque - qu'elle a une révélation : « On est passées devant le stand du Chasse-Marée et on s'est dit : on va fabriquer un bateau, on a acheté des plans ». Et elle va apprendre, à lire les plans, à les comprendre. Elle a alors 16 ans. Elise rentre chez elle et déclare : « Je vais apprendre à fabriquer de bateaux », sa mère l'encourage. « Ce sera le premier jour du reste de ma vie ». Elise se forme aux métiers du bois, puis au matelotage, apprend au contact des meilleurs et, à 23 ans, monte sa petite entreprise. Elle devient gréeuse professionnelle et évolue dans un monde éminemment masculin, mais « à aucun moment, au début du moins, je n'ai senti qu'être une femme faisait une différence ; à la limite ils étaient intrigués et voyaient que j'étais là pour apprendre, que j'en voulais ». Ce monde aussi un peu rustre, « où on fait pas de chichi », lui va bien. Elise Bakhoum va traverser le monde de la course au large, se créant les opportunités : Mini, Orma, Multi50, France, Nouvelle-Zélande, et jusqu'à la Coupe de l'America en 2017 avec Franck Cammas où elle sera responsable de l'aile. « Quel que soit le support, j'ai toujours voulu et tout mis en œuvre pour que ce soit le plus parfait possible. Mon angoisse, c'est qu'il puisse y avoir une casse à cause de quelque chose que j'aurais mal fait, alors vraiment je ne laisse rien au hasard. » Elle vit aussi l'aventure du Vendée Globe, avec Jean-Pierre Dick en 2004, puis Charlie Dalin en 2021, et aujourd'hui auprès de Jérémie Beyou. « Quand il m'a dit que c'est moi qu'il voulait dans son équipe, ça a été un moment fort, je me suis dit que c'était la récompense de 20 ans de travail. » Au sein du Charal Sailing Team, elle est responsable de tout le pont : « Je voulais que Jérémie le dise bien à toute son équipe, que ce soit clair et OK pour tout le monde, que moi, une femme, serait responsable. » Forte de son parcours, de ses rencontres, de son franc-parler, Elise Bakhoun fait d'ailleurs tout pour intégrer et amener plus de femmes dans son monde à elle, celui de la construction de bateau. Regarder ses mains, c'est imaginer un peu sa vie. L'écouter, c'est mieux la comprendre. Navigantes est animé par Hélène Cougoule et produit par Tip & Shaft. Diffusé le 29 mars 2023. Post production : Grégoire Levillain Générique : All the summer girls
Ce 110e épisode est consacré à la classe Ocean Fifty, que va découvrir cette année à la barre de Le Rire Médecin-Lamotte, mis à l'eau jeudi dernier à Lorient, Luke Berry, tandis que le deuxième invité, Fabrice Cahierc, disposera fin mai d'un nouveau plan VPLP, baptisé Réalités. Luke Berry commence par expliquer pourquoi, après cinq ans de Class40, lui et ses partenaires ont décidé de se lancer en Ocean Fifty, évoquant “le bon moment pour évoluer vers autre chose” et notamment cette classe des multicoques de 50 pieds “en pleine expansion”, même s'ils ont aussi regardé du côté de l'Imoca. Fabrice Cahierc détaille quant à lui son parcours, d'entrepreneur et de régatier (Dart, F18, FVO, F28, Orma, F40…), qui l'a conduit, la cinquantaine passée, à vouloir se consacrer à 100% à la voile de compétition dans une classe Ocean Fifty qui l'a séduit, car elle propose un double programme inshore et offshore, reste dans des budgets raisonnables et forme selon lui “une famille”. Après avoir lancé en 2020 un premier bateau, Planet Warriors, plan VPLP finalement vendu à Erwan Le Roux (l'actuel Koesio), l'ancien chef d'entreprise justifie sa décision, partagée avec son partenaire Réalités, d'en construire un nouveau, dans les mêmes moules, avec l'objectif d'en faire une plateforme encore plus performante. Luke Berry explique de son côté pourquoi il a racheté l'ancien Primonial de Sébastien Rogues, entre “budget plus raisonnable” et, vu son peu d'expérience du multicoque, choix d'un bateau “reconnu pour avoir une marge de sécurité plus élevée du fait de ses gros flotteurs”. Les deux skippers évoquent ensuite leurs budgets respectifs et la troisième saison d'un Pro Sailing Tour qui, selon Fabrice Cahierc, va vivre “une année de transition”, en raison notamment d'un mercato important après la Route du Rhum et de l'arrivée de nouveaux bateaux, qui ne seront pas prêts pour participer à ce Pro Sailing Tour. Nous finissons par parler d'avenir, Luke Berry, engagé pour deux ans pour l'instant avec ses partenaires en Ocean Fifty - Fabrice Cahierc jusqu'en 2027 compris - confiant garder le Vendée Globe "dans un coin de la tête”. Diffusé le 14 mars 2023 Générique : Fast and wild/EdRecords Post-production : Grégoire Levillain
Reason vs. Emotions ~ Which do you base healthy decisions on; analyzed or unanalyzed emotions ~ a short interview with Dr. Steve Orma. Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show.
Welcome to episode 1241, another episode of “On The Road Edition”, hosted by Stevie Kim in which she continues her conversation with Alberto & Amedeo Moretti Cuseri. This episode is a part of a series dedicated to the Tuscan estates of Cuseri Family: Sette Ponti, Orma and Poggio al Lupo. Today Stevie is at the Tenuta Sette Ponti, in the Chianti area, between Arezzo and Florence. Here she meets Alberto and Amadeo Moretti Cuseri, Export and Communications Director and Director and Manager of the Italian Market respectively Together they discuss about the history of the winery the vineyards, and the wines: Oreno the signature wine, Crognolo their contemporary Sangiovese, Vigna dell'Impero a significant wine for the family and Sette a new wine that will be release soon. In the 1950s, the architect Alberto Moretti Cuseri acquired the first 55 hectares of land directly from the princesses Margherita and Maria Cristina di Savoia d'Aosta, daughters of Prince Amedeo di Savoia, Duke of Aosta. In the 1990s, his son Antonio Moretti Cuseri took control of the estate and began his project in the world of wine, which led him to release his first label in 1998. Thus began the history of Tenuta Sette Ponti, which with the release of the first vintage of Oreno in 1999 soon reached the top of the world's most important wine rankings. In 2018, together with Antonio Moretti Cuseri, his sons Amedeo and Alberto started to take over the estates. To learn more about Tenuta Sette Ponti visit: www.tenutasetteponti.it/en/ More about the host Stevie Kim: Stevie Kim hosts Clubhouse sessions each week (visit Italian Wine Club & Wine Business on Clubhouse), these recorded sessions are then released on the podcast to immortalize them! She often also joins Professor Scienza in his shows to lend a hand keeping our Professor in check! You can also find her taking a hit for the team when she goes “On the Road”, all over the Italian countryside, visiting wineries and interviewing producers, enjoying their best food and wine – all in the name of bringing us great Pods! To learn more visit: Facebook: @steviekim222 Instagram: @steviekim222 Website: vinitalyinternational.com/wordpress/ Let's keep in touch! Follow us on our social media channels: Instagram @italianwinepodcast Facebook @ItalianWinePodcast Twitter @itawinepodcast Tiktok @MammaJumboShrimp LinkedIn @ItalianWinePodcast If you feel like helping us, donate here www.italianwinepodcast.com/donate-to-show/ Until next time, Cin Cin!
Welcome to episode 1233, another episode of “On The Road Edition”, hosted by Stevie Kim. This episode is a part of a series dedicated to the Tuscan estates of Cuseri Family: Sette Ponti, Orma and Poggio al Lupo. Today Stevie is at the Tenuta Sette Ponti, in the Chianti area, between Arezzo and Florence. Here she meets Alberto and Amadeo Moretti Cuseri, Export and Communications Director and Director and Manager of the Italian Market respectively Together they discuss about the history of the winery the vineyards, and the wines: Oreno the signature wine, Crognolo their contemporary Sangiovese, Vigna dell'Impero a significant wine for the family and Sette a new wine that will be release soon. In the 1950s, the architect Alberto Moretti Cuseri acquired the first 55 hectares of land directly from the princesses Margherita and Maria Cristina di Savoia d'Aosta, daughters of Prince Amedeo di Savoia, Duke of Aosta. In the 1990s, his son Antonio Moretti Cuseri took control of the estate and began his project in the world of wine, which led him to release his first label in 1998. Thus began the history of Tenuta Sette Ponti, which with the release of the first vintage of Oreno in 1999 soon reached the top of the world's most important wine rankings. In 2018, together with Antonio Moretti Cuseri, his sons Amedeo and Alberto started to take over the estates. To learn more about Tenuta Sette Ponti visit: https://www.tenutasetteponti.it/en/ More about the host Stevie Kim: Stevie hosts Clubhouse sessions each week (visit Italian Wine Club & Wine Business on Clubhouse), these recorded sessions are then released on the podcast to immortalize them! She often also joins Professor Scienza in his shows to lend a hand keeping our Professor in check! You can also find her taking a hit for the team when she goes “On the Road”, all over the Italian countryside, visiting wineries and interviewing producers, enjoying their best food and wine – all in the name of bringing us great Pods! To learn more visit: Facebook: @steviekim222 Instagram: @steviekim222 Website: vinitalyinternational.com/wordpress/ Let's keep in touch! Follow us on our social media channels: Instagram @italianwinepodcast Facebook @ItalianWinePodcast Twitter @itawinepodcast Tiktok @MammaJumboShrimp LinkedIn @ItalianWinePodcast If you feel like helping us, donate here www.italianwinepodcast.com/donate-to-show/ Until next time, Cin Cin!
Tip & Shaft vous propose d'écouter ou de ré-écouter l'épisode d'Into The Wind le plus suivi de l'année 2022. Votre podcast revient dans son format habituel le vendredi 13 janvier. D'ici là, toute l'équipe de Tip & Shaft vous souhaite une très bonne année 2023 ! Quand on s'assoit face à lui après avoir installé les micros, on sait qu'on va en avoir pour son argent... et qu'il faut se caler confortablement. Car Thomas Coville, 53 ans, est un marin éclectique, doublé d'un formidable conteur. L'invité idéal, donc, pour fêter ce 50e épisode d'Into The Wind : un épisode exceptionnel en trois parties pour six heures d'interview - avec une pause déjeuner au milieu, rassurez-vous - mais nous n'avons pas vu le temps passer ! Thomas Coville, boulimique de la mer et des bateaux, a couru sur presque tous les supports et sur toutes les mers, en plus de trois décennies d'une carrière d'une rare intensité. A part la voile olympique, c'est bien simple, il a touché à tout. Le Tour de France à la voile ? Il les enchaîne en guise de formation dans les années 1980. Le multicoque ? Il apprend tout avec Laurent Bourgnon. La Coupe de l'America ? Il participe à l'édition 1995 au sein du team de Marc Pajot. En rentrant de San Diego, il réalise un enchaînement impeccable : Trophée Jules Verne avec Olivier de Kersauson (record), Mini Transat quelques mois plus tard (2e), puis Route de l'Or avec Yves Parlier (vainqueur) qui lui confie Aquitaine Innovations pour le Rhum 1998 après sa chute de parapente (vainqueur). C'est là qu'il est recruté par Sodebo pour remplacer Raphaël Dinelli sur l'Imoca vendéen : victoire dans la Transat Jacques Vabre 1999 et Vendée Globe dans la foulée (6e). S'en suivent plus de deux décennies de partenariat qui courent encore. Aux cinq saisons - difficiles - en Orma, succèdent dix années ou presque d'une quête personnelle, celle du Trophée Saint-Exupéry, le record du tour du monde en solitaire "overall", qu'il décroche à sa cinquième tentative, le jour de Noël 2016. Sans parler des "extras", qu'il pratique avec bonheur, des piges sur le Trophée Jules Verne - remporté une seconde fois avec Franck Cammas en 2010 - et sur la Volvo Ocean Race - plusieurs participations, dont une victoire, toujours avec Cammas en 2012. Bilan : 8 tours du monde, 10 passages du cap Horn, une vingtaine de transats... et la liste n'est pas close. Désormais pilote d'Ultime, Thomas Coville vise le Rhum 2022 puis le Tour du monde en solitaire en 2023. Insatiable.
C'est l'histoire d'une passion unique : celle de la vitesse et des sensations qu'elle procure, sur deux ou trois coques - au moins. Fred Le Peutrec a consacré sa vie aux multis et uniquement à eux. Il n'y a guère qu'à ses débuts, sur la grande plage de Houat - paradis des vacances d'été du jeune Parisien qu'il est alors - qu'il fréquente un monocoque, un 485 qu'il découvre en autodidacte. Avec son bateau suivant, un Dart 18, il découvre le cata de sport et s'embarque dans une longue idylle, qui le mène au Tornado, puis en équipe de France et à trois campagnes olympiques, dont l'une aboutit aux JO d'Atlanta en 1996, qu'il termine 6e avec Franck Citeau. Qui dit fréquentation exclusive du multicoque ne veut pas pour autant dire voile légère uniquement. Très tôt, Fred Le Peutrec embarque au large, où sa finesse de barre fait merveille auprès de Bruno Peyron et de Jean Maurel, puis, à partir de 1996, avec Loïck Peyron. Il sera un pilier de Fujicolor II qui domine l'Orma, avant de se lancer dans un nouveau Graal, les tours du monde - toujours en multicoque, bien sûr. Vainqueur de The Race sur Club Med en 2001, il devient skipper de Bayer Cropscience à son retour, passe ensuite chez Gitana avant d'entrer chez Groupama où il participe à toute la mise au point du légendaire Groupama 3, qui décroche le Trophée Jules Verne en 2010. Il passe ensuite chez Banque Populaire où il accroche un nouveau trophée Jules Verne à sa boutonnière. Bloqué à terre dans l'attente d'une greffe de rein - qu'il vivra en 2017 -, il s'investit dans le circuit D35 sur le lac Léman, puis suit la construction des TF35 et du Multi50 Ciela Village, et n'oublie jamais de naviguer, avec le Maserati de Giovanni Solidini, en ce moment. Par amour de la vitesse, des bateaux et du voyage Diffusé le 16 décembre 2022 Générique : In Closing – Days Past Post-production : Grégoire Levillain
Deux sujets au menu de ce 97e épisode de Pos. Report : la Route du Rhum-Destination Guadeloupe, dont le palmarès de la 12e édition est désormais complet, et l'élection du Marin de l'Année 2022, dont le lauréat sera connu vendredi 2 décembre lors de la Soirée des champions organisée à l'Olympia par la Fédération française de voile. Pour en parler, un marin qui a été élu Marin de l'Année à trois reprises, Michel Desjoyeaux, par ailleurs vainqueur de la Route du Rhum en Orma en 2002, et le journaliste Didier Ravon (pour Voiles & Voiliers et Libération entre autres). Nous commençons donc par revenir sur la 12e édition de la Route du Rhum, Michel Desjoyeaux évoquant “un joli cru”, même s'il se montre un peu "chafouin" quant au report du départ. Didier Ravon parle de son côté d'une “belle Route du Rhum, difficile, avec des fronts à passer, beaucoup de suspense et de superbes vainqueurs.” Des vainqueurs que nous passons ensuite en revue. Didier Ravon se montre impressionné par Yoann Richomme, qui est un peu “le Mbappé de la voile”, victorieux pour la deuxième fois de suite en Class40, nos deux invités louent le côté “dur au mal” de Thomas Ruyant, qui s'est imposé en Imoca, Michel Desjoyeaux estime que Charles Caudrelier, vainqueur en Ultim, a navigué à son image, “très propre, jamais dans le paraître”, et qu'Erwan Le Roux a réussi à l'emporter en Ocean Fifty parce qu'il avait “le cuir un peu plus épais” que son dauphin Quentin Vlamynck, dont Didier Ravon tient à souligner la prestation. Nous évoquons ensuite l'élection du Marin de l'Année, titre que Michel Desjoyeaux a donc remporté à trois reprises, en 2001, 2007 et 2009, confiant sa surprise d'avoir été élu en 2009 - il pensait que la récompense irait à l'équipage de Banque Populaire V de Pascal Bidégorry pour son record de l'Atlantique -, au point de ne rien avoir préparé avant de monter sur scène. Nos deux invités commentent ensuite la liste des six nommés - Charles Caudrelier, Thomas Ruyant, Jean-Baptiste Bernaz, Marion Mortefon, Adrien Bosson, Pauline Courtois. Didier Ravon, qui a fait partie de tous les jurys depuis la première édition en 2001, estime qu'il manque peut-être “Tom Laperche, Yoann Richomme et Lauriane Nolot”, il fait ensuite part de sa préférence, différente de celle de Michel Desjoyeaux. Diffusé le 29 novembre 2022 Générique : Fast and wild/EdRecords Post-production : Grégoire Levillain
Unearned Guilt Syndrome ~ Do you suffer from Unearned Guilt Syndrome? A short interview with Dr. Steve Orma. Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show.
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Ce matin-là de printemps, le ciel charrie de lourds grains pluvieux sur l'estuaire de la Gironde tandis que le bac qui relie Royan au Verdon-sur-Mer entame sa manœuvre d'approche. Le temps rappelle les ambiances finistériennes ou morbihannaises qui servent souvent de décors aux enregistrements d'Into The Wind. Mais rien qu'à l'odeur de la forêt et du sable mouillé des dunes qui façonnent l'arrière-plan de la pointe du Médoc, on sent que les repères habituels de nos histoires de marins ont changé. Et pourtant, Lalou Roucayrol, que l'on vient visiter dans son fief - et qu'il ne manque pas de nous faire longuement visiter avant de s'asseoir devant le micro - connaît bien la Sailing Valley, dont il fut même - qui s'en souvient ? - l'un des pionniers. Mais à bientôt 58 ans, le Médocain reste plus que jamais attaché à ses racines, installé à quelques kilomètres de la plage où il a appris la voile. Fils de marin, il grandit au bord de la Gironde et apprend la voile au début des années 1970 dans le club de voile du Verdon-sur-Mer, où il est toujours licencié. Son père lui construit son premier Optimist et il participe à son premier championnat de France à... 7 ans. Il enchaîne en 420 avec sa sœur, passe à l'Europe (un dériveur solitaire) et s'en va à Marseille, à 14 ans, faire marine marchande en lycée professionnel. Il achète un quarter-tonner et navigue sans compter, embarque à la pêche, met de l'argent de côté et, comme beaucoup, se lance dans la Mini-Transat en 1985, à 21 ans, multipliant les métiers pour financer sa course, découvrant au passage le composite. Une expérience "juste incroyable", qui le lance dans le grand bain. Adieu les cargos, il veut faire de la voile son métier : il rentre chez CDK construire Poulain, le premier bateau du chantier, puis devient skipper de Lejaby-Rasurel, un cata de 60 pieds. Cette fois, c'est parti, "un foiler récent et moderne : le rêve absolu", en pleine époque dorée des multicoques. Il va, ensuite, enchaîner les courses, en multicoque toujours, prao, F28, 60 pieds, se classant 4e de la Transat Jacques Vabre en 1995. Lalou Roucayrol rejoint alors le team Banque Populaire, devenant équipier de Francis Joyon, skipper en titre à l'époque. Il lui succède en 1999, vivant, lui aussi, la grande épopée des trimarans Orma, et montant sur le podium de l'épique Route du Rhum 2002, où ils ne sont que trois à terminer en multicoque de 60 pieds. Il est débarqué deux ans plus tard. Un moment difficile : "Tu perds ton métier, tes amis, mais je ne m'en sors pas trop mal, même s'il a fallu batailler." Il redevient free lance, pour Ellen MacArthur, Yves Parlier, retourne chez CDK, travaille à une mission autour de La Base de Lorient. Et finit, en 2007, par lancer son propre projet en Multi50, construisant son propre 50 pieds dans le Médoc, chez lui. "Je voulais être maître de mon destin en armant mon propre bateau." Et ça marche : 4e de la Transat Jacques Vabre en 2007, 3e en 2009, 2e sur le Rhum en 2010, il chavire lors du convoyage retour et doit abandonner son bateau. Trois ans plus tard, il signe avec Arkema après avoir construit son nouveau trimaran, avec lequel il gagne la Route des Princes, se classe 2e du Rhum 2014, 3e de la Jacques Vabre 2015, 1er de la Québec Saint-Malo et 2e de The Transat en 2016, avant de remporter la Transat Jacques Vabre en 2017 avec Alex Pella. L'année suivante, il annonce la construction d'un troisième Multi50 aux couleurs d'Arkema, mis à l'eau 2 ans plus tard, après un chavirage rocambolesque dans le Rhum 2018. Parallèlement, sa structure Lalou Multi construit un Mini, un Class40 recyclable, et Lalou s'engage dans la formation de jeunes marins, comme Quentin Vlamynck d'abord, Keni Piperol, ensuite. A l'issue de la Transat Jacques Vabre 2021, Lalou Roucayrol annonce se retraite du multicoque, mais pas de la course : son objectif est désormais de participer au prochain tour du monde en Class40, The Race Around. Un parcours incroyable à travers plus de trois décennies de course au large, qui demande bien un épisode de 5 heures en deux parties ! ---- Diffusé le 1er juillet 2022 Générique : In Closing – Days Past Post-production : Julien Badoil/Studio Juno
Ce matin-là de printemps, le ciel charrie de lourds grains pluvieux sur l'estuaire de la Gironde tandis que le bac qui relie Royan au Verdon-sur-Mer entame sa manœuvre d'approche. Le temps rappelle les ambiances finistériennes ou morbihannaises qui servent souvent de décors aux enregistrements d'Into The Wind. Mais rien qu'à l'odeur de la forêt et du sable mouillé des dunes qui façonnent l'arrière-plan de la pointe du Médoc, on sent que les repères habituels de nos histoires de marins ont changé. Et pourtant, Lalou Roucayrol, que l'on vient visiter dans son fief - et qu'il ne manque pas de nous faire longuement visiter avant de s'asseoir devant le micro - connaît bien la Sailing Valley, dont il fut même - qui s'en souvient ? - l'un des pionniers. Mais à bientôt 58 ans, le Médocain reste plus que jamais attaché à ses racines, installé à quelques kilomètres de la plage où il a appris la voile. Fils de marin, il grandit au bord de la Gironde et apprend la voile au début des années 1970 dans le club de voile du Verdon-sur-Mer, où il est toujours licencié. Son père lui construit son premier Optimist et il participe à son premier championnat de France à... 7 ans. Il enchaîne en 420 avec sa sœur, passe à l'Europe (un dériveur solitaire) et s'en va à Marseille, à 14 ans, faire marine marchande en lycée professionnel. Il achète un quarter-tonner et navigue sans compter, embarque à la pêche, met de l'argent de côté et, comme beaucoup, se lance dans la Mini-Transat en 1985, à 21 ans, multipliant les métiers pour financer sa course, découvrant au passage le composite. Une expérience "juste incroyable", qui le lance dans le grand bain. Adieu les cargos, il veut faire de la voile son métier : il rentre chez CDK construire Poulain, le premier bateau du chantier, puis devient skipper de Lejaby-Rasurel, un cata de 60 pieds. Cette fois, c'est parti, "un foiler récent et moderne : le rêve absolu", en pleine époque dorée des multicoques. Il va, ensuite, enchaîner les courses, en multicoque toujours, prao, F28, 60 pieds, se classant 4e de la Transat Jacques Vabre en 1995. Lalou Roucayrol rejoint alors le team Banque Populaire, devenant équipier de Francis Joyon, skipper en titre à l'époque. Il lui succède en 1999, vivant, lui aussi, la grande épopée des trimarans Orma, et montant sur le podium de l'épique Route du Rhum 2002, où ils ne sont que trois à terminer en multicoque de 60 pieds. Il est débarqué deux ans plus tard. Un moment difficile : "Tu perds ton métier, tes amis, mais je ne m'en sors pas trop mal, même s'il a fallu batailler." Il redevient free lance, pour Ellen MacArthur, Yves Parlier, retourne chez CDK, travaille à une mission autour de La Base de Lorient. Et finit, en 2007, par lancer son propre projet en Multi50, construisant son propre 50 pieds dans le Médoc, chez lui. "Je voulais être maître de mon destin en armant mon propre bateau." Et ça marche : 4e de la Transat Jacques Vabre en 2007, 3e en 2009, 2e sur le Rhum en 2010, il chavire lors du convoyage retour et doit abandonner son bateau. Trois ans plus tard, il signe avec Arkema après avoir construit son nouveau trimaran, avec lequel il gagne la Route des Princes, se classe 2e du Rhum 2014, 3e de la Jacques Vabre 2015, 1er de la Québec Saint-Malo et 2e de The Transat en 2016, avant de remporter la Transat Jacques Vabre en 2017 avec Alex Pella. L'année suivante, il annonce la construction d'un troisième Multi50 aux couleurs d'Arkema, mis à l'eau 2 ans plus tard, après un chavirage rocambolesque dans le Rhum 2018. Parallèlement, sa structure Lalou Multi construit un Mini, un Class40 recyclable, et Lalou s'engage dans la formation de jeunes marins, comme Quentin Vlamynck d'abord, Keni Piperol, ensuite. A l'issue de la Transat Jacques Vabre 2021, Lalou Roucayrol annonce se retraite du multicoque, mais pas de la course : son objectif est désormais de participer au prochain tour du monde en Class40, The Race Around. Un parcours incroyable à travers plus de trois décennies de course au large, qui demande bien un épisode de 5 heures en deux parties ! ---- Diffusé le 24 juin 2022 Générique : In Closing – Days Past Post-production : Julien Badoil/Studio Juno
Ce 73e épisode est consacré à la deuxième saison du TF35 Trophy, qui s'ouvre cette semaine sur le lac Léman avec la Realstone Cup for Léman Hope. Nos trois invités sont l'organisateur du circuit, le Suisse Bertrand Favre, et deux marins français qui participent au circuit cette saison, Loïck Peyron, tacticien au sein de l'équipage tricolore de Team SailFever, et Sébastien Col, qui fait partie de l'équipe suisse de Realteam Sailing. Bertrand Favre commence par expliquer pourquoi le circuit lémanique est passé du D35 au TF35, doté de foils, il y a deux ans : “Le D35 arrivait en fin de cycle après quinze ans de bons et loyaux services, il y avait la volonté de renouveler la plateforme et de rendre accessible le foil aux propriétaires”, explique le class manager. Qui ajoute que le cahier des charges du TF35 était de “voler tôt et au près” et d'avoir un bateau “moins typé lac”, l'objectif de l'organisateur étant que le circuit sorte des frontières suisses et que le bateau puisse naviguer sur des plans d'eau maritimes. Loïck Peyron et Sébastien Col, qui ont participé à la première saison du TF35 Trophy l'an dernier, font part de leurs impressions, le Baulois commentant notamment : “Le bateau répond parfaitement au cahier des charges, c'est génial de voler sur un miroir”. Sébastien Col loue de son côté “la capacité du TF35 à bien voler au près” avant d'expliquer que le catamaran est particulièrement physique car très toilé. D'où, selon Bertrand Favre, des formats de régates courts (1,2 mille, 20-25 minutes), sur les épreuves de type Grand Prix, à raison de quatre manches par jour. Les deux marins présentent ensuite leurs équipes respectives : Team SailFever, celle de Loïck Peyron, est la seule menée par un propriétaire français, Frédéric Jousset, composée par ailleurs de Valentin Sipan, Devan Le Bihan, Arnaud Jarlegan, mais également de marins Suisses : Yvan Ravussin et son fils Matthieu, Lauranne Mettraux. Realteam Sailing, l'équipe de Sébastien Col, est quant à elle menée par un armateur suisse, Esteban Garcia, avec un skipper également helvète, Jérôme Clerc, et plusieurs marins français : Gurvan Bontemps, Benjamin Amiot, François Morvan. Bertrand Favre explique pourquoi le D35 d'abord puis le TF35 ont toujours attiré des marins français, entre “une voile suisse très peu professionnalisée au début du D35 donc un manque d'équipiers, et la concordance de la fin du circuit Orma”, qui a d'ailleurs poussé certains sponsors de l'époque, comme Foncia ou Banque Populaire, à s'intéresser au circuit. Il dresse ensuite le profil type des propriétaires de TF35, “des passionnés de voile et de vitesse qui aiment le côté extrême, la plupart barreurs de leur bateau”, ce qui n'est pas obligatoire sur le TF35 Trophy. Interrogé sur ses autres navigations prévues cette année, Loïck Peyron répond qu'il continue à naviguer en MOD70, avec PowerPlay en début d'année, et désormais avec un nouveau projet aux côtés du Français Erik Maris, fondateur de l'équipe Zoulou, qui vient justement d'arrêter le TF35 pour acheter lui aussi un MOD 70. Quant à Bertrand Favre, il évoque l'autre circuit de propriétaires dont il s'occupe, la 44Cup, courue à bord des RC44, monocoques monotypes qui, en quinze ans, n'ont cessé d'être optimisés, d'où leur longévité. Loïck Peyron commente pour finir le litige qui oppose l'équipe de François Gabart à la classe Ultim 32/23 à propos de la conformité du trimaran SVR Lazartigue aux règles de jauge, évoquant “un très mauvais message envoyé au grand public.” Diffusé le 17 mai 2022 Générique : Fast and wild/EdRecords Post-production : Julien Badoil/Studio Juno
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➤ Stress Management ~ Coping with stress overload - a short interview with Dr. Steve Orma. Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show.
Umsjón: Rúnar Róbertsson og Gígja Hólmgeirsdóttir Akraneskaupstaður hefur hrint af stað stóru og metnaðarfullu verkefni við atvinnuuppbyggingu í sveitarfélaginu. Um er að ræða svokallaða græna iðngarða í Flóahverfi á Akranesi. Bæjarstjórinn segir að fyrirséð sé að mörg fyrirtæki muni þurfa að færa sig af höfuðborgarsvæðinu af svæðum sem verið sé að skipuleggja fyrir íbúabyggð. Samfara þessu hafi íbúum fjölgað á Akranesi. Við hringdum í Sævar Freyr Þráinsson bæjarstjóra. Uppnám varð seinnipartinn í gær þegar endurtelja þurfti kjörseðlana í Norðvestur kjördæmi því jöfnunarsæti fóru á hreyfingu í kjölfarið og meirihluti kvenna á þingi hvarf. Kristín Edwald, formaður Landskjörstjórnar, kom til okkar og fór yfir málið. Framsóknarflokkurinn er sigurvegari kosninganna að flestra mati enda bætir flokkurinn mestu við sig. Ásmundur Einar Daðason þótti hugrakkur að færa sig í Reykjavíkurkjördæmi norður frá Norðvesturkjördæmi enda ekki á vísan að róa fyrir Framsóknarmenn í borginni undanfarna áratugi. Framsókn fékk t.d. 5,3 prósenta fylgi í kjördæminu fyrir fjórum árum en 12,3 prósent í ár. Við hringdum í Ásmund Einar. Til að ræða úrslit kosninganna og hvernig þær sjá næstu skref fengum við til okkar Evu Heiðu Önnudóttur prófessor í stjórnmálafræðiprófessor og þingfréttamanninn Jóhönnu Vigdísi Hjaltadóttur. Fengum þær til að spá í spilin. Við fórum yfir viðburðarríka helgi í sportinu með Eddu Sif Pálsdóttur af íþróttadeildinni. Og í lokin heyrðum við í Sigmari Guðmundssyni, fyrrum liðsmaður úr Morgunútvarpinu til margra ára, en hann fór inn á þing á síðustu metrunum sem jöfnunarþingmaður. Nóttin tók á hjá Sigmari. Tónlist: Valdimar Guðmundsson og Memfismafían - Okkar eigin Osló Friðrik Dór - Segðu mér Ed Sheeran - Visiting hours KK - Vegbúinn Pnau, Dua Lipa & Elton John - Cold heart (Pnau remix) Megas - (Borðið þér) Orma frú Norma
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