Subject: HGTV confirm the real reason Joanna left Chip

From: Christy <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2017 13:02:17 -0500

- HGTV Confirms The Rumors Are True -

The Fixer Upper bombshell revealed

Everyone wondered why the show ended earlier in the year and
now fans can learn the truth about Joanna

The latest report > >

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bowsprit. With that gale cuttin off our ears, it was all the sail she could carry. Bill, we had him lashed near the tiller wed rigged up, not havin a wheel, and bynby, most of us was wishin we was lashed. But the old hooker stood up under it well, and though she was buried nearly all the time, her nose came right out of the green. Wed have done anything in the world to beat northeast, for we knew the hurricane was goin to the northwestward, but we couldnt do anything but run before the wind in our

crippled state and the wind was blowin northeast. It was shifting northerly and then westerly and we all knew that we were bein driven into the very middle of the storm. The gale grew fiercer and fiercer, the sea was lashed to a mass of foam and in the shriekin of the hurricane we couldnt tell, half the time, whether we were under water or above it. Bill, with his broken head, stayed put at the tiller, the skipper never went below, Cookie tried to get some grub and the other four of us were lashed to the

mizzenmast, to lighten her. It didnt take much cuttin neither. The axes hadnt more than gotten through one of the weather shrouds, when the gale took the mast and chucked it over the side. That left us with the fore jurymast that wed rigged up, but not a stitch of canvas. The ship was as naked as a nigger baby in the Cannibal Islands. We did our best with it, of course, and dug up a stretch of storm canvas about the size of a legomutton sail and lashed that to the jury foremast and the stump of the

And, steadily, while lyin almost without enough wind to fill our one small sail, we were pitched and tossed and shaken as a terrier shakes a rat. How the timbers of the ship ever held together, I dont know. We sprung another leak and while, before, we had been able to have ten minutes spell in every hour, now we not only had to keep pumping steadily, but we had to keep those handles going at a swingin pace. Cookie came and gave us a hand at the pumps and started some of the old chanties. The sun came