Cerebus
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There is a long post about this and I think mine is different.
It was my first boat delivery job as lowly crew. I should have been well out of my comfort zone coming from dinghy sailing to a couple of years of 20 foot LOA estuary sailing. I had blagged my experience and position onto the boat to gain mileage.
F8 gale up Irish Sea in a very expensive boat. Wheel diameter was greater than my height almost! Fore sail only (I applauded myself at not allowing it to back of flog and snap as other crumby crew member did. The skipper was good and only 27 years of age, but asleep whenever I was on watch).
It was pretty horrible. The weather was awful, but at least it was a following sea.
The cavitation as the boat was picked up by the following (or pushing) sea could be felt beneath my feet even though there was a master cabin below me. I found that very interesting in a Kevlar hulled boat. Invigorating too; to feel the boat picked up, feel the thunder, adapt one’s helm… but not too much because she would come back onto course.
I never had a care. I had a life jacket on and was tethered (less safety gear on my person than I would have now). I was diligent inspire of what I am writing and sailed well.
I had life insurance.
Other two crew asleep. (Many a time I wished there had been intercom to cabins.)
Simply… it was not my boat and I was not skipper and I was not bothered by much at all except the boredom and discomfort.
I was doing my best and that seemed adequate. I knew many things could go wrong but strangely I did not care.
I do not know to this day if I had a death wish. I never felt in danger, so I think not. The responsibility was with the sleeping skipper, and well known delivery company. I was doing ok. But if it went pear shaped, all i had to do was float and stay alive until rescue (I was in my 30’s so invincible syndrome).
I DO know that if I was on my boat I would have been VERY anxious (mostly about the boat, secondly about staying alive). I had been very anxious sailing my own boat single handed in a F7 (caught out) some time before.
After delivery trip my confidence increased alot.
Does that make me materialistic? Caring more about my own fibre glass than my life or some rich owners’s Kevlar?
I cared more about losing my own cheap boat than losing my own life and losing someone else’s a very expensive boat? (Their tender would have cost more than my coastal cruiser).
I do find it weird to think this (and to post it… I hope people on here are kinder than motoring forums and technical forums!)
The above is as far as I can recall at least. A long time ago.
It was my first boat delivery job as lowly crew. I should have been well out of my comfort zone coming from dinghy sailing to a couple of years of 20 foot LOA estuary sailing. I had blagged my experience and position onto the boat to gain mileage.
F8 gale up Irish Sea in a very expensive boat. Wheel diameter was greater than my height almost! Fore sail only (I applauded myself at not allowing it to back of flog and snap as other crumby crew member did. The skipper was good and only 27 years of age, but asleep whenever I was on watch).
It was pretty horrible. The weather was awful, but at least it was a following sea.
The cavitation as the boat was picked up by the following (or pushing) sea could be felt beneath my feet even though there was a master cabin below me. I found that very interesting in a Kevlar hulled boat. Invigorating too; to feel the boat picked up, feel the thunder, adapt one’s helm… but not too much because she would come back onto course.
I never had a care. I had a life jacket on and was tethered (less safety gear on my person than I would have now). I was diligent inspire of what I am writing and sailed well.
I had life insurance.
Other two crew asleep. (Many a time I wished there had been intercom to cabins.)
Simply… it was not my boat and I was not skipper and I was not bothered by much at all except the boredom and discomfort.
I was doing my best and that seemed adequate. I knew many things could go wrong but strangely I did not care.
I do not know to this day if I had a death wish. I never felt in danger, so I think not. The responsibility was with the sleeping skipper, and well known delivery company. I was doing ok. But if it went pear shaped, all i had to do was float and stay alive until rescue (I was in my 30’s so invincible syndrome).
I DO know that if I was on my boat I would have been VERY anxious (mostly about the boat, secondly about staying alive). I had been very anxious sailing my own boat single handed in a F7 (caught out) some time before.
After delivery trip my confidence increased alot.
Does that make me materialistic? Caring more about my own fibre glass than my life or some rich owners’s Kevlar?
I cared more about losing my own cheap boat than losing my own life and losing someone else’s a very expensive boat? (Their tender would have cost more than my coastal cruiser).
I do find it weird to think this (and to post it… I hope people on here are kinder than motoring forums and technical forums!)
The above is as far as I can recall at least. A long time ago.