"When they started flying around our heads we took deliberate action with the fog horn and other loud things—like easing the runner—to try and shake them off. Unsuccessfully I might add," wrote onboard reporter Amory Ross. "It was incredibly distracting, their incessant chirping and surrounding presence. Boredom saw them move on around sunrise, just in time to illuminate the damage they had done to the main and deck—now covered in poo. Nonetheless, it was an incredibly bizarre sight, something we’ll never forget. Alberto was going mental."