I ended last time with us getting to the boat to go sailing. For one who was once a real sailor, I had somehow turned into a big scaredy cat. Tom climbed all over the boat and around getting the lines to the pier off, getting the sails uncovered and getting those lines ready to go.
He also had to get the swing keel down in the water under the boat and get the small outboard motor going to get us out of the harbor. Every step he took, I was afraid he was going to fall off the boat. I tried to keep out of the way and kept yelling to him, “Be careful!”
I knew that if he fell in the water, there was no way I could get him back on board. Once we got under way, it was even worse. If he fell off the boat out from the harbor, I had no clue how to stop the boat and turn it around.
Well – I could slow it down a whole lot, I knew, but letting the sheets go loose to the jib and mainsail, but after that – I dreaded to think.
Tom listened to me patiently, but finally tried to quiet me by saying, “Dee – I do this all the time, I know what I’m doing and I’m being careful. Everything will be okay.”
It became easier once we were under way and I began to really enjoy myself. Then, the lessons began. You see – sailors have a totally different vocabulary.
For instance, there are no ropes on a boat. Only lines and sheets. Sheets are the “ropes” that attach to the sails. Thus, our boat has jib (the forward, smaller sail) sheets and main sheets (the large, duh, main sail). The rest of the many “ropes” on the boats are lines.
Also, there are no door or walls on a boat. The “door” is the hatch and the “walls” are all bulkheads. The right side on the boat, facing the front, is starboard and the left side is port. The front of the boat is the bow, while the back of the boat is the stern. The vocabulary goes on and on endlessly, but I learned enough to sound semi-intelligent by asking many times, “So . . . what’s this do-hicky?”
Captain Tom was really proud to have me on board, except for one thing. You see, in the three years now he’s had the boat, he has not let one person use the little port-a-potty because he didn’t want to have to later empty out the holding tank, etc. I told him there was no way I could go out for several hours without using it. He uses a jug he bought especially for that purpose, himself, and then empties it over the side and washes it out. So, he said, “Don’t you think you could just use that? It has a wide mouth on it, Dee? Come on. Try it. I don’t want to have to mess with the port-a-potty.”
I popped a canned drink and said . . . well – you don’t really want to know what I said. ha!
So . . . while most people christen boats with a bottle of champagne across the bow, I christened Tom’s boat by peeing in the port-a-potty. Hey – it worked for me!
By the way – have you taken a good look at the photo above? See anything amiss? Think about it and comment if you think you know. I’m not going to tell you till everyone has had a good guess (or bad one).
We sailed out to Cat Island, a barrier island about seven miles out and then turned around to start back while eating our roast beef sandwiches. We saw a couple of dolphins swimming across our bow and a loon in the water giving it’s lonesome cry. Loons are fun to watch fishing. They dive into the water and take forever to come back to the surface. Neat birds.
We got back into the harbor and the slip about 4 p.m. I had intended to captain the boat some myself while we were out, but Tom used his auto tiller the entire time, which guides the boat on whatever course he sets. It’s a pretty neat instrument that I got him the first year he had the boat. It’s really a necessary item for someone who wants to sail alone.
The auto tiller lets Tom do what he does best, which you can see in the photo above. Lean against the “bulkhead” and enjoy being out on the water!
I had a great time and can’t wait to go out again now that I’ve taken the plunge and gone the first time. Y’all come see us and we’ll take you out! Don’t worry if you need a potty break, either. Now that it’s been christened, Tom has relented and said it could be used again. It wasn’t the end of the world to have to bring home the small holding tank to empty out. I figure that was what it was made for, ya know?
Cheers! And many blessings to each of you today! Dee





