Days of sail and adventure...

Okay, I never really sailed that much, a venture or two out into the Chesapeake, lasers in the Severn in Annapolis, and a couple trips into the Narragansett in Newport, RI, the sailing “capital” of the world... Except as I recall, it’s been a while since the Americans won the America’s Cup. I think the last time I recall seeing any yacht from the United States being challenged for the cup was in 1995, but I digress. That’s not really the point of the posting anyway.

I was really trying to recall the days of steaming the world’s oceans. I remember being underway at sea, enjoying the rushing sound as the bow of the ship cut through the water, watching the wake as I looked towards the stern of the ship. Moonless nights were incredible, you could only see the bioluminescence from the waves breaking against the hull and it would light up the area around the ship with a mysterious green glow. We always made our own wind, so being on the bridge wing was always pleasant unless we were in rough seas. My ventures to the briney blue included days where the seas raged, a deep green color with white-caps everywhere as the ocean churned. I remember the ship crashing down into the water after cresting a swell, sending a green wall of water and spray all the way up to the bridge and covering the entire front half of the ship in water. Pitch, roll, heave, yaw, and sway, all with their own unique sensations as you struggled to get up ladders as the ship caved to the wills of the raging main. With pitch and heave, you could time your ascent correctly to shoot up as the ship bounded upwards with the waves... Then, there were those nights in calm seas, no wind where the sea was like glass. The only sound being the ship cutting through the glassy water...

Okay, so my mind is a bit cloudy right now, just can’t seem to find the most descriptive noun and adjective combination. Hard to write about it when you can’t really “see” the memories clearly. I can blame a whole litany of factors - like the damn parrot screeching incessantly right now, but I should learn to conquer mind over matter, not let myself be distracted by the irritating shit around me... Damn bird...