Frank Gray
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Just an working title but....
I have not visit great brittn' since the year of 1972 when I left mother of England. The waves vas very high when I sailed away from Great brittn' in the autumn back in 1972. I had built my boat with glass fiber and a cabin made out of wood but not mahogany. Fork-sail, then my boat could go under real low bridges.
In case I have not seen you since 1972 and my language had been changed and now I think I'm to old to learn our way of talking, in case I don't meet many englishmen and we speak much to each other. But I'm to old and don't want to meet you anymore. Hope you can read me.
I was a little young, specially in my head when I left England and had look forward to meet T. Jones in the approach of the channel in to a town in Germany witch name I forgotten.
The day when I left our country the people on the jetty try to keep me on the ground and they do not understand that I was tired of them and the bunch of green grass around. The tide was to low, they think, but I don't took any care of that. I have recognized a long time before were my twin keeled boat could be allowed to sail when it was to shallow for my "mates" that always think that I want to drink alcoholics with them. I believed back in 72 that I had more important things to do until my mind told me that I was wrong. It was not that important but to recognize that I had to sail every were on the oceans but I never really get any tired feelings for it.
Yeah, the wind blow from a very strong mouth when I left and the project was dangerous. Long away from land I hit the ground on an sinked boat made out of wood. I could not see the boat in the sea chart and believed that my trip had been ended. The wind was strong and my twin keels hit the wood, hit and hit. But the wood don't hurt my boat cause the wood been damaged. Lucky !
I was a little nervous of cause and on the north sea I meet an ferry that thought I needed help from them. They could not understand how I was able to live there on an little sail yacht (?). Do they know nothing ? They were kind to give me a whole lot of coffe, shell fish, very strong beer (?) and tins full of good food.
My boat was not that good to sail with. I had count things wrong and the area on my sails was to big. Does not matter and i sail much with my storm sails and they were to big to. I fell asleep and took no care of the big ships.
Had been awake in four days and nights until I fell that my body don't fit me anymore. It seemed that my brain was outside my body and I saw my self do things meanwhile me in my brain look after what the body was doing. Lucky me that my body don't get down in the sea and drown, then my brain had lost his home for ever. That was one of the strangest things that's happen to me in my life. I was to tired an today i think that my brain was beside my body cause I really se my self doing things that my brain had no control over. Very strange and that never happened again.
I owned some pilot books and the charts was to expensive so i quit them. On my way to Germany i feel good when the rain come and I collected it in my tanks. A god feeling to know that the rain could save me had occur.
One night I think some whale touched my boat. A strange sound under my sleeping body and bumping but I could not see anything, it was to dark and my lamp had not enjoyed the salt from the water. On the land I were scared for whales but not on the sea. Alone on see you can be surprised to be very strong !
No I am to old and my life lays behind my feet. I could not walk back and
I am doing it now in words. The words might be heavy for me cause I planed to sail to a point, over a point but the real point were always hidden. It was another point that drag my boat, an unexpected goal. Always an other destination. Not my suspected destination, always the destiny rules the real destination. I was a passenger to fit the destiny. Unlucky but true. That's a common thing, I know, but I have never could accept it.
Why me to write a book ? You can read many good books about adventures at sea. Take: Naomi James, Tristan Jones, Hiscock, Joshua Slocum and many more.
I have to write an very special book, but I think I'm not able.
I had left the past in the past and have to go back in the memory to remind me of the accidents that I don't want to know anything about. Well it happened fine things to but under my years to visit different countries and harbours, then we can recognize the increasing of the need of money. They stand with open hands and want money as quick as they see you look into an harbour. To compare, you can read J. Slocums book and it was different back in 1972 when I left Brittn'.
I arrive germany and find T. Jones like an living wreck in his boat. He wrote books and the paper swim in the water under his feet. He wrote and lost his words in dirty water. I tried to make him up. To get rid of the boose but he'd rather get rid of him self than the alcohol. I can't figure out if he told the truth in his words on paper.
He want to borrow money and I let him do it. The money only fits to his bottles.
I have not visit great brittn' since the year of 1972 when I left mother of England. The waves vas very high when I sailed away from Great brittn' in the autumn back in 1972. I had built my boat with glass fiber and a cabin made out of wood but not mahogany. Fork-sail, then my boat could go under real low bridges.
In case I have not seen you since 1972 and my language had been changed and now I think I'm to old to learn our way of talking, in case I don't meet many englishmen and we speak much to each other. But I'm to old and don't want to meet you anymore. Hope you can read me.
I was a little young, specially in my head when I left England and had look forward to meet T. Jones in the approach of the channel in to a town in Germany witch name I forgotten.
The day when I left our country the people on the jetty try to keep me on the ground and they do not understand that I was tired of them and the bunch of green grass around. The tide was to low, they think, but I don't took any care of that. I have recognized a long time before were my twin keeled boat could be allowed to sail when it was to shallow for my "mates" that always think that I want to drink alcoholics with them. I believed back in 72 that I had more important things to do until my mind told me that I was wrong. It was not that important but to recognize that I had to sail every were on the oceans but I never really get any tired feelings for it.
Yeah, the wind blow from a very strong mouth when I left and the project was dangerous. Long away from land I hit the ground on an sinked boat made out of wood. I could not see the boat in the sea chart and believed that my trip had been ended. The wind was strong and my twin keels hit the wood, hit and hit. But the wood don't hurt my boat cause the wood been damaged. Lucky !
I was a little nervous of cause and on the north sea I meet an ferry that thought I needed help from them. They could not understand how I was able to live there on an little sail yacht (?). Do they know nothing ? They were kind to give me a whole lot of coffe, shell fish, very strong beer (?) and tins full of good food.
My boat was not that good to sail with. I had count things wrong and the area on my sails was to big. Does not matter and i sail much with my storm sails and they were to big to. I fell asleep and took no care of the big ships.
Had been awake in four days and nights until I fell that my body don't fit me anymore. It seemed that my brain was outside my body and I saw my self do things meanwhile me in my brain look after what the body was doing. Lucky me that my body don't get down in the sea and drown, then my brain had lost his home for ever. That was one of the strangest things that's happen to me in my life. I was to tired an today i think that my brain was beside my body cause I really se my self doing things that my brain had no control over. Very strange and that never happened again.
I owned some pilot books and the charts was to expensive so i quit them. On my way to Germany i feel good when the rain come and I collected it in my tanks. A god feeling to know that the rain could save me had occur.
One night I think some whale touched my boat. A strange sound under my sleeping body and bumping but I could not see anything, it was to dark and my lamp had not enjoyed the salt from the water. On the land I were scared for whales but not on the sea. Alone on see you can be surprised to be very strong !
No I am to old and my life lays behind my feet. I could not walk back and
I am doing it now in words. The words might be heavy for me cause I planed to sail to a point, over a point but the real point were always hidden. It was another point that drag my boat, an unexpected goal. Always an other destination. Not my suspected destination, always the destiny rules the real destination. I was a passenger to fit the destiny. Unlucky but true. That's a common thing, I know, but I have never could accept it.
Why me to write a book ? You can read many good books about adventures at sea. Take: Naomi James, Tristan Jones, Hiscock, Joshua Slocum and many more.
I have to write an very special book, but I think I'm not able.
I had left the past in the past and have to go back in the memory to remind me of the accidents that I don't want to know anything about. Well it happened fine things to but under my years to visit different countries and harbours, then we can recognize the increasing of the need of money. They stand with open hands and want money as quick as they see you look into an harbour. To compare, you can read J. Slocums book and it was different back in 1972 when I left Brittn'.
I arrive germany and find T. Jones like an living wreck in his boat. He wrote books and the paper swim in the water under his feet. He wrote and lost his words in dirty water. I tried to make him up. To get rid of the boose but he'd rather get rid of him self than the alcohol. I can't figure out if he told the truth in his words on paper.
He want to borrow money and I let him do it. The money only fits to his bottles.
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