The Adventures of Chas from Tas: Renegades at Sea
By Juliet Prentice and Charles Blundell
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Thrown into freezing Southern Ocean waters on a stormy, moonless night as a boy Chas from Tas survived and was fated to live a life of adventure as a renegade at sea.
Swearing never to take an ordinary job, it’s a promise he has kept, voyaging more miles than to the moon one and a half times and back. He has not lived in one country
Juliet Prentice
Juliet penned these biographies in treasured memory of her late father John Prentice, who raced many a campaign with his yacht 'Battlecry', and with whom she sailed some wonderful voyages. She chronicled and wrote these memoirs from Chas's recollections, lest the tales within of a unique era be forgotten; the adventures of ocean-going vagabonds and saltwater gypsies, with a cast of buccaneers and brilliant sailors, all of whom share a passion for the world's oceans and beautiful boats.
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The Adventures of Chas from Tas - Juliet Prentice
Contents
Reviews
Dedications
Acknowledgements
Preface
Lotus Outreach
Foreword by Sir Robin Knox Johnston
Foreword by Sir James Hardy
Introduction
The Asinara Falcon
Crusading for Rumbullion and Racing
A Sorcerers Lobscouse
Red Herrings and Celtic Calamities
Renegados in Brazil
A Kettle of Fish and a Burnt Pudding
Ocean Going Experience
Yacht Racing Experience
Glossary
Reviews
"I N A WORLD AWASH with dime-a-dozen poseurs and wannabe celebrities, it comes as a delightful surprise to cross tacks at last with someone who is high on the list of life’s genuine heroes. Charles Blundell, better known as Chas from Tas, is a Man’s Man, a world-renowned sailor and one of the sea’s great story-tellers and raconteurs. This is the first in a trilogy that will in time become the indispensable companion for all those who hear the sea’s siren call and yet can but dream of the vagrant gypsy life
"Chas from Tas may stow all his worldly possessions in just a couple of well-travelled seabags, but he has in his head and in his heart a priceless wealth of experience that most of us can scarcely begin to imagine.
In the late 1960’s he left Tasmania and set out alone to explore the world, Chas made a vow that he would never waste a moment of his life sitting behind a desk. True to his word, he embarked upon what might best be described as The Voyage of a Lifetime, a journey in which he has probably logged more sea miles under sail than any man alive. His life before the mast, captured so vividly in Renegades at Sea, is chock-a-block with the kind of hilarious and hair-raising experiences that provoke either gales of laughter or head-shaking incredulity. Turning page after page, I laughed so hard that my ribs ached.
With the aid of his co-author Juliet ‘Fruity’ Prentice, beautifully polished phrases capture convincing dialogue of a kind that might have come from the pen of Conrad or Kipling.
Chas from Tas is a one-off original. There is no one else quite like him and there probably never will be again. Which is a very good reason to buy a copy of this splendid book and stand by to purchase the second volume".
Bruce Stannard, author and journalist.
Chas has sailed more miles than to the moon one and a half times and back. He is the record holder of some legendary adventures and is known the world over by thousands, from the sailing world to many others from all walks of life, from Sarah Churchill, to the King of Norway, to the late great Peter Ustinov. This is the first volume in a three book series of his much requested memoirs, recounting adventures from the early days of his career and spanning five decades
.
Boat Books, Australia.
……. the details of Chas’s remarkable life, the adventurous voyages and colourful encounters in yachting seaports around the world……..with Chas from Tas’s long-time friend Juliet Prentice has compiled this fascinating book that recounts the life at sea of this raffish, unkempt Australian.
The Adventures of Chas from Tas vividly recalls many dramatic incidents at sea, of Chas being shipwrecked and marooned
.
Peter Campbell, Afloat.
"Chas from Tas, Devon born but brought up in Tasmania, is an intrepid seafarer, has more sea-miles under his belt than anyone else I know, and the adventures he has had obtaining them are becoming readable by the rest of us. Charles Blundell (to give him the name by which few know him) has begun to pen his exploits with Juliet Prentice and they make for fascinating reading.
The details of the years it covers are staggering andthe string of stories delightfully regaled. The Adventures of Chas from Tas
, volume one of this trio, kept me glued to the pages".
Bob Fisher, Yachts and Yachting Magazine.
"With humour and that ‘rough around the edges’ Aussie adventure, comes the story of Chas from Tas.
Chas, a man born to be at sea rather than on land, has travelled the world’s oceans and visited many a far flung port, acquiring plenty of wild adventures along the way".
Offshore Yachting.
Chas from Tas, a true pirate, a renegade, an awesome sailor and a legend in his own eyeballs
.
Brian Hancock.
The Adventures of Chas from Tas took around twenty years of talking and around seven years to write. Juliet Prentice, who co-wrote the book, is the daughter of John Prentice who owned the famous yacht ‘Battlecry’. Those who already purchased the book said it was a
must read".
A fascinating life, with over 500,000 nautical sea-miles under his belt, Chas has some fabulous yarns to tell.
Di Pearson, CYCA.
"Charles P Blundell was born in Devon and is descended from a maritime background, including Rear Admirals, ship’s captains, pilot captains and the master ship’s carvers.
Chas from Tas has covered well over five hundred thousand nautical miles at sea, approximately one and a half time the distance to the moon and back, has survived every possible nautical peril from typhoons to pirate attacks, is one of the greatest sea-faring adventurers in modern times and is a legend in the yachting world.
He is known in virtually every Blue Water sailing harbour in the world on the planet, from Auckland to the Solent, from Hong Kong to Newport and all the points of the compass between. As everyone who has ever had the pleasure of his acquaintance knows, he is a great raconteur and his life has been a constant litany of adventure and misadventure, hilarious mishaps and fantastic dangers faced and overcome.
For the last years, between delivery passages, he has been working on his memoirs with his co-author Juliet Prentice. I guarantee the book is a great read and will surely become a yachting classic in due course".
Mooloolaba Yacht Club.
Maps
by Douglas Hawkins
Sketches and cover design
by Richard Blundell
Cover Photo on Tigre
by Tom Richardson
text copyright © Juliet Prentice 2015
Published by
Lanikai Press
chasfromtas@gmail.com
www.chasfromtas.com
ISBN: 978-0-9954399-0-0 (Paperback)
ISBN: 978-0-9954399-1-7 (E book)
History
1st E Book Edition 2017
Dedications
To my wonderful father who introduced me to the
freedom and beauty of the ocean.
Juliet
To my dear mother and for the sea, which has
given me so many magical moments and adventures.
Chas from Tas
Acknowledgements
TO my friend Juliet Prentice, aka Fruity, without whose help writing this book and encouragement it would never have seen the light of day.
To all my generous friends who have supported and tolerated me over the years, and to the ones who have joined the squid in Davy Jones locker, or are having a rum and dancing with the girls at Fiddler’s Green and won’t be around for these reminisces, thank you.
I have tried to make this book as accurate as my memory allows, if I have failed please forgive me.
Chas from Tas
Preface
I remember when I first heard Chas recount a tale of one of his wild trips at sea and thinking it might be an idea, one day, to chronicle these memoirs; those of a time we will probably never see the like of again. The adventures of ocean-going vagabonds and saltwater gypsies, with a cast of buccaneers and brilliant sailors, all of whom share a passion for the world’s oceans and beautiful boats.
My father was a great sailor, he adored the sea, and we shared some wonderful voyages together, such treasured memories. Before he died he arranged his last and memorable farewell party for the friends he had raced and sailed with over many years, held in his typically original way beneath the billowing spinnaker of his much loved yacht ‘Battlecry’. Many flew in from all over the world to celebrate his life and it was during this occasion I found myself in conversation with Chas about writing a book. The upshot of it was that I decided to put pen to paper and write these biographies lest the stories be forgotten.
Chas was still covering twenty thousand miles or so a year at sea and his stays on land were brief. Locating the old sea-dog was often elusive, but before too long we started the project in Australia, fittingly on a dark and stormy winter’s night over some whisky whilst sheltering from an east coast gale. In fact, shortly after this I decided to stock up on quite a lot of whisky thinking it would most definitely be needed! I remember being grateful my father had been a WWII code-breaker and hoped I had inherited some small part of his ability in trying to piece the jigsaw puzzle together, sifting through recollections of an itinerant life covering five decades and more miles than to the moon one and a half times and back.
A living legend at sea, but an unmitigated disaster on land, Chas makes Keith Richards look like Doris Day. He has taken on yachting missions no man in his right mind would consider, is a celestial navigator of old, has survived impossible situations, typhoons and sinking yachts, has been searching for Captain Kidd’s lost treasure for twenty-five years, all the while drinking half the bars in the known world dry. Thrown off the decks of a fishing boat while still a boy, on a howling, moonless night off the west coast of Tasmania, where the rips and overflows of huge rebounding swells blast up from the Southern Ocean, he was perhaps fated to live a life as a renegade at sea.
This is the first volume in a trilogy in which the roller-coaster begins, and adventure is at the heart of it.
With many thanks to Jessy for her unwavering faith and enthusiasm, to Richard for his valued and inestimable help, to Doug for his great support, to Gerry and Hans for their much appreciated friendship, to Ian for arranging the first launch in Hong Kong, to Butch, to Don who lent us his glorious classic old yacht Southerly as an office and which was conveniently berthed alongside the Sydney Cruising Yacht Club bar, to my late father John, a supporter of the many mavericks of the maritime world he loved so much and wherever he may be would be pleased this book came to fruition, to Bruce for a review that gave so much encouragement and to Robin, Jim and Simon for their forewords.
Juliet.
Lotus Outreach
A percentage of proceeds from this book will be donated to Lotus Outreach.
Founded in 1993 by Buddhist Lama Khyentse Norbu to serve the most neglected and forgotten peoples, Lotus Outreach’s mission is to ensure the education, health and safety of at-risk women and children in the developing world.
Trafficking is inextricably linked to poverty; for that reason Lotus Outreach considers all of its programs to be preventative in nature. Their work is to support families in dire poverty so they don’t put their girls into child labor, to reduce violence to women and prevent abuse and exploitation. For those who are survivors of violence Lotus Out.reach has programs that provide trauma therapy, social services and economic empowerment.
Lotus Outreach is a non-profit organization and invests in initiatives that improve earning potential and livelihood for individuals, families and communities. Through the provision of skills training, small business grants and the establishment of community-led savings and loan groups Lotus Outreach ensures communities can meet their own needs, such as food, healthcare and education without continued dependence on development and relief organizations.
www.lotusoutreach.org
Foreword by Sir Robin Knox Johnston
HOW often do we hear people say that you don’t find characters today the way you used to. Well, Chas from Tas proves that they still exist! He is not a world-renowned racing skipper, or millionaire who can afford to hire the best crews available, he is one of the unsung heroes of yachting without whom the boats could not safely put to sea, who sailed with the best in many of the big races. He moved around from owner and skipper, from boat to boat, playing his part and watching and picking up the incidents that are an inevitable part of our sport and making friends.
Chas is not just an interesting personality, he is a fount of useful knowledge picked up over the years from his experiences at sea over most of the world’s oceans. Apart from being a great companion to share a few beers with when the opportunity of finding ourselves in the same place at the same time occurs, he is a most amusing storyteller, using incidents from his own experiences and telling them in a way that always brings a grin to one’s face.
For those who want to know what goes on behind the scenes, this is the sort of book that shows you how it really is, in life as in sailing. The fun and dramas that don’t make the newspapers, which bring so much enjoyment to those of us who share our sport are all a part of the stories that miss the headlines - in many cases, thank goodness! It is also about friends made over the years, and Chas has many scattered all around the globe.
Masefield said it all. He must have had Chas in mind for the third line:
I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over.
There is no better fellow rover than Chas from Tas.
Sir Robin Knox Johnston
Foreword by Sir James Hardy
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, not a breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water everywhere
And all the boats did shrink,
Water, water everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
The Ancient Mariner
LIKE Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner, Chas from Tas has many times held me spellbound with stories from his life at sea in all of the globe’s oceans on offshore races and countless delivery voyages he has made ferrying yachts between venues. Chas tell his stories because he loves the sea, its elements and the boats and characters who sail it.
He has not kept me from a wedding feast, as the Ancient Mariner did, but he has delayed my progress to many a yacht club bar to get the next drop to drink.
Chas, like the Ancient Mariner, is a compelling story teller. He has much to tell, from dodging pirates in Asian waters and typhoons across the Pacific, escaping from Simon Le Bon’s maxi, Drum, when it capsized in a Fastnet race, to escapades ashore that I am not about to reveal here.
Like the Ancient Mariner he has a strong affinity to the sea and its creature, although fortunately never shot an albatross, which was the Ancient Mariner’s undoing.
I suspect Chas is more at home at sea than ashore where he usually totes most of his possessions around in two sailing gear bags between yacht clubs and airports.
He became interested in ocean racing after an encounter with Don Mickleborough at Constitution Dock after a Sydney to Hobart race.
Mickleborough recalls: This fifteen or sixteen-year-old on the wharf said, ‘Can I come on board your yacht and have a look around’? I replied ‘Yes, if you take the empties ashore’. The deck was littered with empty longneck bottles from the lengthy post-race celebrations on Southerly. Chas duly disposed of the bottles, came aboard and said ‘This ocean racing is alright’ and stayed for two and a half days.
Chas’s long career as a professional sailor began in 1971 when he served six months on the Fyfe 86 Carlina in the Mediterranean. Then he joined Sir Max Aitken’s Gurney 63 Crusade on a Transatlantic crossing and afterwards raced and delivered for more than thirty years on many notable yachts including Phantom, Windward Passage, Sorcery and Nirvana from the USA; Yeoman XXI, Yeoman XXII, Rothmans and Mistress Quickly from the UK. The Yeomans were owned by Robin Aisher whom I raced against in the Mexico Olympics in 1968 and who became a good mate. Other yachts included were Hitchhiker, Sweet Caroline and Magic Pudding from Australia, and Lady Fling and Bimblegumbie from Hong Kong.
The races and events he has sailed multiple times include the Southern Ocean Racing Circuit and the Newport-Bermuda race in the States; the Fastnet race and Admiral’s Cup in the UK; the Pan Am Clipper Cup in Hawaii; the Sydney-Hobart race and Hamilton race week in Australia; and the Hong Kong Manila race and the Kings Cup in Asia.
Although a serious leg injury in 2000 put him ashore for a long recuperation he is still delivering boats regularly to major races and events. Recently his mission has been collecting yarns of his experiences into this book, which I am sure will be as compelling to readers as the Ancient Mariner’s tale was to his listeners.
Sir James Hardy
Introduction
Chas From Tas,
A Seafaring Legend
HE CAME INTO THE BAR OF THE ROYAL WESTERN YACHT CLUB, a raffish-looking wild man from the sea and his voice, hoarse and unrepentantly Australian, whiplashed the reefer jackets with scorn and challenge. I’m Chas from Tas,
this refugee from the Fastnet gale announced, eyes like gimlets, glaring red down a broken beak-nose. Charles P Blundell from Hobart, Tasmania.
It took several gulps before the venerable club members could fully comprehend the apparition before them: matted, sun-bleached hair, flaring mutton chops, a twist of leather around his neck, tattered woolen jacket and salt worn jeans. As piratical a seadog as ever had walked into the RWYC in its 152 years of history. Then a remarkable thing began to happen. Men came out of the smoke in amazement and began clapping Chas on the shoulders, shaking his hand. One of them a Swedish millionaire, another a British industrialist. Soon a whole troop were listening avidly as Chas, unabashed by any sense of modesty, recounted his latest adventures.
Chas not only looks the part, but already had become a seafaring legend among the men who take yachts out to sea in the big international events. He roams the seas of the world, hiring his skills plus keep…or nothing, if the challenge is big enough.
Not having lived anywhere for more than six months, Chas has sailed more miles to the moon one and half times and back, a feat which even the greatest seadog of them all Sir Francis Drake would regard with envy.
All I own in the world is me,
Chas says. It is a statement no one is prepared to dispute, because it is so obviously true.
He has friends all over the world, men he’s sailed with on the seven seas, and as a young man swore never to take a job ashore again. It’s a promise he has kept.
There will be plenty of wild stories to tell, whether you meet him in a bar in some far flung port, or read about his adventures in the pages of this book.
With thanks to Philip Cornford
I would rather be ashes than dust,
A spark burnt out in a brilliant blaze,
Than be stifled in dry rot.
For man’s purpose is to live, not to exist;
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them,
I shall use my time.
Jack London (1876-1916)
The Asinara Falcon
Thus I reclaimed my buzzard love, to fly
At what and when and how and where I choose.
John Donne 1572 - 1631.
AT THE TAIL-END OF THE SIXTIES, not long after the first man walked on the moon, I decided that sitting on my arse in an office for the rest of my life was not an option. On the back of this realization I strode into a Melbourne travel agent and bought a one way to ticket to England. I was in my early twenties, and with adventure on my mind and just a few dollars in my pocket, I boarded the Northern Star about the time the North Vietnamese leader Ho Chin Min died, Colonel Gaddafi barged into power and Richard Nixon was inaugurated as the next US president.
During a six-week voyage, Northern Star travelled eastwards across the Pacific and I lived like a lord on three free meals a day, plenty of duty-free grog, and best of all the single female passengers outnumbered the men three to one. From the ports of Papeete to Barbados and Balboa I ran into a bunch of seafaring gypsies living the dream, and by the time I disembarked in Southampton the seeds of a life spent sailing the world’s oceans were firmly planted in my mind. But first things first.
By Christ, England is bitterly cold in January and I nearly froze my balls off standing on the station platform waiting for the old British Rail rattler to show up and take me to London. The train trundled along through the snow-covered countryside past fields that from an Australian’s perspective didn’t look much bigger than snooker tables. Staring out of the window at the bleak scenery I decided that although I needed to make some money during the next few months to keep my ribs apart, future stays in the northern hemisphere would most definitely be limited to summers only.
Within a few days I scored a job with the House of Dunhill situated on the corner of Jermyn and Duke Street in the West End and I’ll never forget the interview. A dapper chap trussed up in a pin-striped long-tailed suit looked up from his desk after he’d finished sifting through my references, raised his eyebrows and announced:
Most impressive, you certainly have packed a lot into your life so far, young man. I’m assigning you to the pipe and tobacco section with old man O’Connor. I don’t think your fishing experience will be of much use around here, but welcome aboard anyway.
He stood up to shake my hand on the deal and went on to speak in a hushed conspiratorial whisper:
You’re the first Australian we’ve employed here and I should warn you that a band of notorious fraudsters known as the Kangaroo Gang, led by one of your fellow countrymen King Arthur Delaney, has raided Harrods of Knightsbridge and more recently Fortnum and Masons across the road. Scotland Yard has been after them for months to no avail, and I believe they may attempt to rob Dunhill’s, so if you see anything suspicious I would appreciate it if you let me know immediately.
The decrepit old Irish codger O’Connor I wound up working with had been in the pipe and tobacco game all his life. He plastered his wispy grey hair with Brylcreem and swept it back over his head teddy-boy style ending with a greasy duck tail at the back, had a pair of enormous ears hanging on the sides of his wrinkled face like a couple of dangling bats, and wore a pair of round glasses with lenses as thick as the base of a Coca-Cola bottle.
You’ll have to keep an eye out for any likely IRA parcel bombs in the shop,
he drawled in a thick Dublin accent, leaving me wondering if working at Dunhill’s might be more fraught with danger than a walk through the snake and spider infested outback Down Under.
For the time being, however, the establishment wasn’t raided by crooks or blown up by terrorists and I found myself looking after a wide variety of customers. We often got good-looking Scandinavian au-pair girls dropping in to pick things up for their employers, and one day the actress Britt Ekland walked in wearing a long coat and bright yellow rubber boots and needed a lighter fixed. I thought her the finest looking au-pair girl I’d ever seen and asked her out for a date and who could blame me. She giggled over my proposition and mentioned something about filming in Switzerland, but she did give me her phone number. It was only on the way home I realized who the hell she was when I saw her beautiful face splashed across the Evening Standard.
Sammy Davis Junior rocked in dressed in a sharp suit, wearing a bowler hat and wielding a fancy ivory-handled umbrella. He jived around the show-room whistling Pop Goes The Weasel and pointing his brolly at whatever caught his eye. It was quite an act until he waltzed out of the door in the direction of his chauffer-driven Rolls Royce and fell flat on his face where he sprawled on the pavement until some big fella tossed him into the back of the Roller. Yul Brynner, the bald-headed movie star, would come by pretty regularly too, and spend a fortune adding to his already vast collection of pipes.
And then there was one day when a couple of coach loads of Japanese tourists burst through the doors and swarmed all over the shop buying up a shitload of cigarette lighters. The bloke that had employed me strutted around like a magpie selling to all and sundry when suddenly he waved me over with an anxious look on his face.
I think I may have spotted King Arthur Delaney and some of the Kangaroo Gang,
he gasped nervously.
Where, mate?
I asked looking around over the top of the crowd of diminutive Japnese customers.
Look, over there by the Meissen porcelain counter. Try and keep him occupied and hold the fort while I call Scotland Yard,
he instructed.
As soon as I saw the bunch of Aussies I recognized one of them, in his early thirties, tanned and fit, and the last time I’d seen him was in Tasmania playing a tennis exhibition match with Lew Hoad. In fact it was Ken Rosewall, known affectionately back home as Muscles because he didn’t have any, and on this trip to London he ended up playing against John Newcombe in the singles final at Wimbledon.
You’d better call off Scotland Yard mate. These blokes aren’t the Kangaroo gang, they’re some of our finest tennis players,
I called out to O’Connor who was hovering nervously in the back of the shop.
There was no way in the world I was going to stay in the pipe and tobacco business for longer than necessary, shit, I only got half a Saturday and Sundays off, and what could I do with that? Dunhill offered me a job looking after their joint in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, which I promptly turned down, and anyway I wanted to explore Europe for a while. So I hit the frog and toad and jumped into an MGB with a mate who was so tall he barely fit in the small car and took off for Spain to chase good-looking women.
In Greece I came to the conclusion that Greeks weren’t all about fish and chip shops and after a few months adventuring ended up fishing and farming out on the Isle of Muck in Scotland, where I discovered not all Scots wear kilts and play bagpipes.
I didn’t get back to London until March, the day that Smoking Joe Frazier stopped Mohammed Ali in the fifteenth round during the fight of the century at Madison Square Gardens in New York. Not long after getting a job painting walls for a company that imported Peruvian fish meal in the Baltic Exchange in the East End, I dived into the subterranean depths of the London underground on a dark and gloomy day and picked up a tattered copy of The Times newspaper left lying on the seat beside me by some bowler-hatted brief-case baron.
Turning the pages I arrived at the employment section to find an advertisement looking for crew on a yacht called Carlina setting off in May for a three month adventure in the Mediterranean. The weather was still shit in England, especially for an Australian, and I was dreaming of the sea, yachts, sunshine and women - the time had come to haul up anchor and get out of town. The dice rolled in my favour largely because I showed up for the interview in Belgravia Square a week earlier than requested, and within a few days I found myself southerly-bound on a BEA Trident headed for Malta and arrived in Valetta marina on a blazing hot afternoon.
I spotted Carlina, a glorious 86' ketch constructed of the finest timber and eyed up her perfect sheer lines from the tip of her bowsprit to a double-ended stern and the two spruce masts that towered above her decks. Built in Scotland by Jason Miller in 1939, the classic yacht was tied up to an old stone wall, and a regal Afghan hound lay growling at the top of the gangplank guarding his floating home. His name was Shibumi and he would later become the finest of shipmates.
Henry ‘Mitch’ Mitchell Jnr, the ketch’s owner, was a distinguished looking Englishman who had served in WWII as a Spitfire pilot. His family once owned the Mitchell & Butler brewery and made the famous beer Brew XI which