At times sailing can be very silent, so silent that if freaks some people out. Silent sailing can be especially freaky to those carrying some psychological baggage. That baggage combined with an unexpected occurrence can lead to, well...
At times sailing can be very loud, so loud that a lot of hollering arises for simple verbal communication.
"Splice the main brace!!"
"What?!"
I reckon back in the days of the great clipper ships when those magnificent sailing machines traveled and traveled the seven seas with their miles upon miles of of rigging, those miles of rigging that during a blow would screech a sound resembling an out of tune full Wagnerian orchestra blaring through the giant speakers of a death metal bands sound system. I've not much doubt that a lot of hollering took place, organized chain of command hollering I speculate but I was not there. Listen to Captain Irving Johnson in the movie "Around the Horn".
By the time our fine delivery crew and their good ship got within earshot of the RW "P" buoys' whistle the wind had blessedly clocked or veered from being nearly dead on the nose to blowing from the starboard beam and the velocity had eased to less than ten knots. These conditions were the quietest of the voyage and allowed some of our crew members to unconsciously indulge in some deep introspection; introspection mingled with the rhythmic droning "waaaaaaaaaaaamp, waaaaaaaaaaaamp..." of what they hoped was the RW "P" buoy.
Carlos had finished washing the dishes in the galley, dried and restowed them. He'd also cleaned the galley table and sink and washed the fronts of the cabinets from top to bottom. Having completed these tasks he believed allowed him some liberties, especially since the captain hadn't barked anything in the last few minutes except to be quiet and listen for the whistle buoy. So Carlos indulged in his he thought well deserved freedom by opening up and looking into the storage compartments that he hadn't looked into yet. Many of them were empty and during this rather frantic opening and closing suddenly and causing him a small startle a brown stuffed animal fell and landed on Carlos' bare feet.
A teddy bear. It looked just like the one his father gave him when he was five. What a flood of memories; the top bunk bed above his little brother, that old third floor apartment on the east side of town. Carlos kept thinking, "We lived there before moving to..."
"There it is! The Paradise entrance channel sea buoy" Exclaimed the helmsman.
[to be continued]
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
At times sailing can be very loud, so loud that a lot of hollering arises for simple verbal communication.
"Splice the main brace!!"
"What?!"
I reckon back in the days of the great clipper ships when those magnificent sailing machines traveled and traveled the seven seas with their miles upon miles of of rigging, those miles of rigging that during a blow would screech a sound resembling an out of tune full Wagnerian orchestra blaring through the giant speakers of a death metal bands sound system. I've not much doubt that a lot of hollering took place, organized chain of command hollering I speculate but I was not there. Listen to Captain Irving Johnson in the movie "Around the Horn".
By the time our fine delivery crew and their good ship got within earshot of the RW "P" buoys' whistle the wind had blessedly clocked or veered from being nearly dead on the nose to blowing from the starboard beam and the velocity had eased to less than ten knots. These conditions were the quietest of the voyage and allowed some of our crew members to unconsciously indulge in some deep introspection; introspection mingled with the rhythmic droning "waaaaaaaaaaaamp, waaaaaaaaaaaamp..." of what they hoped was the RW "P" buoy.
Carlos had finished washing the dishes in the galley, dried and restowed them. He'd also cleaned the galley table and sink and washed the fronts of the cabinets from top to bottom. Having completed these tasks he believed allowed him some liberties, especially since the captain hadn't barked anything in the last few minutes except to be quiet and listen for the whistle buoy. So Carlos indulged in his he thought well deserved freedom by opening up and looking into the storage compartments that he hadn't looked into yet. Many of them were empty and during this rather frantic opening and closing suddenly and causing him a small startle a brown stuffed animal fell and landed on Carlos' bare feet.
A teddy bear. It looked just like the one his father gave him when he was five. What a flood of memories; the top bunk bed above his little brother, that old third floor apartment on the east side of town. Carlos kept thinking, "We lived there before moving to..."
"There it is! The Paradise entrance channel sea buoy" Exclaimed the helmsman.
[to be continued]
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
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