(Brother in law) x 3 + 1 young bird

Nigel arrived at 04:00, suspecting that we may still be asleep, having played some yachtie practical joke. No, we really did mean that we were leaving at 04:15.
We called up the Portland Coast Guard, who logged the details of our passage, turned on the navigation lights and set off. Initially, the Portland Race was against us, and our speed over the ground dropped to under a knot, giving an ETA at Westbay of 04:00 the following day.
John busied himself down below and bacon sandwiches appeared, as we motored on through the dawn.
The sun rose higher, the tide turned, the wind picked up and we were able to sail with Nigel on the helm.
About eight miles off Portland Bill we picked up a visitor, a small, young and tired sparrow. John called him LBJ (Little Brown Job) but I said he was Capt Jack Sparrow. He hopped around in the cockpit for a while, had a look down below, before settling under the sprayhood for a nap. After twenty minutes he flew off heading back to Portland. After ten minutes he was back! Or at least we think it was the same sparrow. He stayed another twenty minutes, left us a gift and flew off again.
The wind dropped and we were back to motoring into West Bay, where after a pint and a steak & kidney pudding, Nigel caught the bus back to Weymouth.