Warning, There Be Pirates
July 15th, 2008I am a landluber.
I am a landluber, not by choice, but by birth, by situation, by twist of fate.
I have swam in the ocean twice in my life. I have beheld its beauty six times in my thirty-two years. Even growing up in the land of ten thousand lakes, my family never owned a lake home. Never fished. Rarely spent time in, near, or around water.
Yet there is something alluring about it.
When my friend Todd offered me an opportunity to spend an afternoon on his new used sail boat, I leapt at the chance. Sailing, to a histroy buff, connects us to the brave souls that plied the worlds water for most of the last five thousand years.
Off to Lake Waconia we went.
The boat is a beaut. Twenty-eight foot, single masted sail boat - one of the finest on the water. We sat on her for a while as the 35 mile per hour winds coursed around us.
“This is great!” I yelled over the roar of the wind and the top of my beer.
“Arrgh! Call me Cap’n Todd!” He shouted.
We discussed work, politics, the economy.
“Arrgh! Lets rush the shore and see if we can dig up some grub and wild women” Said Cap’n Todd.
“Since we haven’t left the slip yet, how about we just walk up the dock to the marina and hit Lola’s bar and resturant.”
“Arrgh!” Said Cap’n Todd in argreement.
A good lamb bratwurst and a little cole slaw later (”Arrgh, pirates don’t eat with silverware” Todd said as he stuck his fingers into the shocked cabbage dish.) We were back on the boat.
The wind was still whistling at about thirty to forty miles an hour.
“Arrgh! A good stiff breeze for a cap’n of the sea!” Cried Cap’n Todd.
“Is it safe?” I asked?
“Shut ye trap ye scurvy dog or I’ll keel haul ya.” Stated Cap’n Todd.
We pushed out of the slip and into the open sea..er…lake.
“Now is when you work for ye rum.” Cried Cap’n
Todd. “Stand by as I put this thing down under the boat.”
“The keel?” I said.
“Arrgh.” Said Cap’n Todd.
“Grab the line and haul like y have never hauled before.” Said Capn’t Todd.
“It seems stuck.” I said.
“Pull harder or I’ll make ye walk the plank.” Stated Cap’n Todd.
I pulled. I looked up.
“What is that line that is still wrapped around the sail up there?” I asked.
“Arggh.” Said Todd.
Then at the exact some time, the rudder came loose and we managed to hit the good three foot waves at exactly the same time.
“Come down here and fix the rudder, I’ll try to free the top sail and try to secure it.” Says I.
“Arrgh” Said Cap’n Todd.
As he climbed down from topside, I went up.
He fixed the rudder as I grabbed an eight foot pole and stood on the rolling ship trying to free the cords that had the sail half up and half down.
That is when Cap’n Todd turned sideways into the wind.
As the ship lurched sideways I grabbed the cross mast as my backend touched the water. My eyes glared at Cap’n Todd.
“Arggh.” He said, smelling mutiny.
For the next fifteen minutes, on top of the fore cabin, I spent wrestling the sails and the rolling sea…er…lake.
Finally, the sail secure, I came down to the safety of the aft deck.
“Well that wasn’t too bad.” Said Cap’n Todd.
I glared.
He cranked the outboard motor and pointed the ship in the direction of home.
I tried to cheer the captian up.
“Tis a fine day to sailing fer sure.” Says I.
“Tis a bit breezy, but oh the smell of the wind and spray of the sea is refreshing.” Says I.
Cap’n Todd just stared ahead, one had on the wheel, one hand on the throttle of the nine horse powered outboard motor.
We came into port and took a quick left turn heading straight into the berth. Heading straight into the berth, very, very fast.
“Cap’n, you may want to put the old girl into reverse.” Says I.
Todd taps the throttle into reverse.
“FOR GOODNESS SAKES MAN THROW HER INTO REVERSE!” I calmly shouted as the poor people on the dock braced themselves as we appeared to be going at ramming speed with the wind directly on our backs and the little motor, while at full reverse, doing nothing but taunting the angry waves.
The people on dock grabbed the sides of the boat. I grabbed the poles along side of the boat.
Thank goodness the dock was there too stop us.
Too bad it stopped us so fast.
“Bit o’wind today.” Said the man that helped us guide us in.
“Yep.” Said Cap’n Todd.
We tied her down into the slip, no major damage done except a little cosmetic when I almost fell into the drink and damaged the compass covering.
We sat drinking our water.
After several minutes Cap’n Todd says, “I may need a little more practice before I take her out in a wind like this again.”
“Arggh.” Says I.
(For the record, there is some artistic liscence taken with the above story. I enjoyed the brush with dea…er…the day on the boat. Thanks to Todd for the warm invitation. Will drink a beer at Lola’s anytime and get on his fine boat…in calm seas…)
