I'm tired! But, fear not dear, readers, for it is the best sort of tired where everything aches, your brain has gone to mush and you can't even get your ducks in line enough to walk to the foc'sle where a cozy-ish bunk, awaits. In such an instance what does a tired sailor do? Well, you write your blog post, of course, so your Mumsie and Papsie know you haven't been a duffer and gone off and drowned!!!
It has been a rather stupendous day aboard the Cramer. Today we have had nothing but sea blue water around us and sky blue skies above us, except for one little bugger of an island, Anegada the northernmost of the British Virgin Island. The thing is I think it's Anegada, but I'm not actually sure.
This uncertainty of mine leads me to the two certainties I have come to establish thus far along the journey: 1. When all you can see is blue you haven't a clue where to go 2. I should probably be doing the opposite of whatever I think I should be doing.
We do this nifty thing on the Cramah called Heaving to so that we aren't moving (as much as possible in the middle of the blue blue ocean) for science deployments, to do this we turn into the wind. Again don't quote me, the mates are always saying something about having the sails backed by the wind whatever on this green earth (that is now very blue) that actually means. The thing is that when we gibe I can't tell. I see the helm turning and everyone scurrying to sheet in the outhauls, but it never feels like we've turned. So, today with all the hoofing to for science and emergency practice drills (ex. Man over board-don't worry Oliver the volley ball was rescued despite being wet, cold, and disgruntled) Anegada kept jumping around port, starboard, port, starboard (also doesn't help that I haven't mastered my port from my starboard yet). So, exhibit A, all sense of direction has been lost. Oh the Irony?! ship-middle of ocean-humans scurrying about-chartroom full of charts-hours spent navigating-no direction. And for certainty number two, here is a detailed scene that repeats itself for approximately 6hrs every time I'm on watch:
0700-1300 Morning Watch Script
Ava: "Make ready the main staysail downhaul"
Margot confidently run to mainsail clew'lin
Ava (sings out her Scottish professor alter ego voice) : "No running! And that is not the main staysail downhaul"
Colleen (in a kind even tone): "Alright Margot what do we do to make ready this line?"
Margot(confidently): "We take it all off the pin!!!"
Colleen (in a kind even tone): "Actually, for this one we are going to just take one turn off because there is so much force on this line and we don't want to hurt anyone"
Hopefully you can picture why I have come to certainty number two! As much as it's wonderful to be mildly self-deprecating, this really is a rare and special environment where you get to mess up so many times and your teachers are still there smiling(if not wearily) at you when the watch is done.
Thank you to all the wonderful crew!
Now I have Dawn watch at 0100, so I really must scurry to find those ducks and waddle my way to the foc'sle. Hopefully I will have time to sing through the second Marry Poppin's when I'm on lookout. I sang the first on helm today interspersed with Sound of Music and Matilda, as one should if they want to do things correctly.
P.S. Wagu don't worry it sucks you aren't missing out on anything. Mummy I love you so much, and I will be sure to actually have all this boat stuff down when I see you next. AP my bubble trail has been a little wobbly, but it's getting better. Capt. Nancy might even be proud, dare I say. NataWewe, you turdsicle, I can't wait to see you and to maybe (that's a big if) finally know more about something than you do.
margot ferris, Watch C
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