My Captain and Cupcake and I went sailing yesterday. I am not a sailor by nature, but I am learning as we go. I’ll show you what I see, and you can appreciate the learning curve ahead of me.
Firstly, and one of my favorite parts, is the disrobing.
I love that part.
Then there is the prep-work at the dock. There is a lot of rope movement, thinga-ma-bobbies and what’s-a-doodles being turned and flipped. It’s all very impressive to a nobody like me.
And lots of bicep flexing. Apparently, to be a good sailor, you have to be able to do a lot of bicep flexing.
After all that work is done, the motor is turned on, and we have to navigate out of the harbor and into the open waters. We have to go slow, which takes a while, and we don’t have the sail up at all during that.
There are so many other boats around…it is very crowded in Annapolis…that you have to be a pretty good driver…er…pilot…to get out of the harbor unscathed.
And good God! Don’t forget to bring up the bumpers!
Hey! No sitting! The prep-work isn’t done yet!! Get up, Swabby!
We have drinks to chill! Get to it!
Ah…the sails are finally up, and we sail out of the channel…
“Hydrating” along the way.
This is about the time I start hearing the Old Spice Commercial jingle in my head.
The wind is at our backs, the open waters and Chesapeake Bay Bridge before us. Life is good.
(Insert music from “Jaws”, here.)
Hmmm. The wind indicator shows movement ahead.
AUGUGGGGGGHHHHH! (from a girly girl voice…oh wait…that’s me!)
The wind picked up out on the Chesapeake Bay. We started MOVING, man….and NOT at a flat angle. We are seriously listing. Pumping through the waters at something like Mach 5.
It stopped, as quickly as that. One minute we are flying at a 45%angle across the bay, and the next, we’re in the doldrums. Weird.
Open waters can be as fickle as a pre-pubescent girl. You can quote me on that.
Cupcake and My Captain work very well together on the boat. They understand the water and the wind and the physics behind the movement, and how to manipulate everything so that we get where we want to go. And when they work together on rough seas, everything is smooth and efficient. As a crew, they are like a well-oiled machine. It’s a pleasure to watch.
I have my own job, though. I’m told it’s vital…essential to the rounding out of the crew. I take pride in my job, and I do it well.
I hold the ropes down.
They tell me I’m the best rope-holder there is. I knew my massive girth would serve me in life somehow. I’ve finally found a good use for it. I am going to add “Master Rope Stabilizer” to my resume, now.
Yep, a well oiled machine.