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Blue Skies and Blue Angels

Posted by Tall Ships America on April 17, 2018

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It was a picture perfect evening in Pensacola. Crowds of people milled about in the fading light, waiting for their arrival. A helicopter hovered nearby. Then, a low roar in the distance and the crowd started to cheer as the Blue Angels screamed through the sky overhead and towards the horizon, perfectly in formation. It was my first time seeing the Blue Angels perform and, I have to say, it was pretty cool. Even people who see them regularly (they practice nearby) were yelling and whistling like it was their first time. It was a performance that capped off a very special, and very busy, weekend in Pensacola.

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Tall Ships® Pensacola ended Sunday and the tall ships are on their way up the Mississippi River to Tall Ships® New Orleans (you can track them here). This was not the first time Pensacola has hosted a tall ship, but it was the first time they had hosted a whole fleet of vessels. Oosterschelde, Picton Castle, Elissa and Oliver Hazard Perry were our boarding vessels and the visitors came down to Plaza del Luna by the thousands. Our two day sail vessels were constantly sailing in and out of their dock, to the delight of the crowds. It’s one thing to board the vessels while they are at the dock, it’s another to see the ship in action – sails full of wind, captain at the helm giving orders and, of course, the cannons. Lynx always obliged the crowds with their cannon fire. I could actually hear them ten blocks away!


Lynx fires her cannon Photo J Rogers


Intern James had the opportunity to go sailing on When and If  and it looked like a beautiful afternoon to be out on the water. Lucky intern….

Looking at Lynx from When and If
Photo J Rogers

All too quickly, it was time to hit the road. We left town yesterday morning and, by the afternoon, were in New Orleans. It’s hard to believe that after two years of planning for this Gulf Coast series, we are here. From New Orleans, Lynx, When and If, and Oliver Hazard Perry will continue up the Atlantic Coast and we will see them again at Sail Philadelphia over Memorial Day Weekend, May 24-28. Until then, laissez les bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)


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Tall Ships® Pensacola Day 1

Posted by Tall Ships America on April 14, 2018

Parade Pensacola

By James

It was a long three-day passage from Galveston to Pensacola. For the first two days, the weather was consistently rainy with rough seas. The deck of Picton Castle was soaked with ocean spray at any given time. Unfortunately the meant that nearly half the people on board were battling seasickness. Thankfully, the weather cleared up by Wednesday afternoon, and left us with perfect sailing conditions for yesterday’s Parade of Sail into Pensacola.

The parade itself went handsomely, with Picton Castle leading the procession, followed by Oosterschelde, Elissa, Oliver Hazard Perry, and When and If. Lynx was delayed on the way into Pensacola due to weather but the fleet put on a fantastic show for the parade. By my count, the parade was joined by hundreds of local boats and even a pod of dolphins!

dolphins in the headrig

Everyone aboard, especially our resident New Orleans Maritime & Military Aacademy trainees, couldn’t wait to make landfall. Everyone aboard Picton was tired and covered dirt from hard work under the sun, so showers were a DEFINITE priority for all.

Now, Tall Ships® Pensacola is geared up and in full swing under the bright blue skies. The ships have drawn families from all over the southeast to come get a small taste of history. All the staff members, myself included, have been working hard through their  different, trying to keep things running smooth and as organized as possible. all in all, its a great day for a tall ships’ festival, and I cant wait to see what tomorrow brings!

lines OHP


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Zenith City of the Unsalted Seas

Posted by Tall Ships America on September 2, 2016

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It’s been over a week since the ships sailed out of Duluth and I said goodbye to our summer interns. Ben headed back to college and George sailed away on When & If . Tomorrow is September 3 and all I hear around Tall Ships America HQ is, “Where did August go?!” But not so fast, we still have three more festivals (Festival of Sail Sandusky, Tall Ships® Erie, and Tall Ships® Brockville)  and summer doesn’t officially end until September 22nd. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by Tall Ships America on August 19, 2016

Can you see George on deck?

Can you see George on deck? Hint: Find the red shirt…

By Intern George

August 1, Monday

I see red. The dried blood red meant to inspire fear at the site of Draken Harald Hårfagre and sense of aggression, anger, hostility, and danger sends a shiver up my spine. As I step onto the Viking vessel with the dragon carved into the prow, her centrally placed mast with a single square sail, and her decorative shields covering her graceful “clinker” style hull I feel empowered with strength, stealth, and vigor. I am in love.

As a boy, I have always fantasized sailing in a Viking ship. Illustrative pictures in storybooks or cartoons have always romanticized the profile this ship has, and I feel fortunate for the opportunity to sail on the Draken for Tall Ships America, most likely her last voyage in the Great Lakes. She bravely crossed the Atlantic Ocean with her expert and cheerful crew to show us one of the finest artistic and constructed tall ships in the fleet.

All hands on deck as we set sail after supper. Leaving the Windy City, we are underway by 1700 and headed for Green Bay with a couple of stops planned along the way. We will sail throughout the night with our sights set on Manitowoc. I am stationed on the 3rd starboard watch, which meant I was going to have the 8 to 12 shifts. Those hours are very enjoyable because they have a normal sleep schedule. Read the rest of this entry »

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Sailing Senses Part 4 of 4: Sarcasm

Posted by Tall Ships America on August 8, 2016

By Intern Ben

Surely you can’t be serious.

            I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley.


The start of race four aboard Appledore IV featured the steepest of learning curves. Our minimal crew of seven, and the fact that only two of those actually belonging to the ship made for an interesting experience to say the least. The crew exchange in Chicago had robbed the schooner of its usual crew, one to the Draken Harald Hårfagre, another to El Galéon Andalucia, and the last to the U.S. Brig Niagara. As the

Monday morning broke aboard the ship, the regular crew started trickling out, and strangers started appearing on the gangway. Myself, a Chicago sailor from aboard the Red Witch, and the cook from El Galéon Andalucia. It was an interesting start.

The race continued into the afternoon and through the evening, and unlike many of the last races, the fleet seemed to group up as the race progressed, rather than growing further apart. Despite the schooner’s upwind advantage, it took most of the evening to finally pass Niagara, and most of the night to finally come abreast of Pride of Baltimore II, only to have them pass us with the wind shift.

Wednesday bloomed hot and humid, and the 20 knots of southerly wind that had been promised turned into something only a little bit better than a doldrum out of the southwest. We sweated through constant gibes and sail changes, and finally resigned to putting up an awning over the aft section to try to relieve ourselves from some of the torrid heat.

The captain came on deck to find several crew members lounging on the cabin top, glorying in our newly-made shade.

“Well, there’s our extra canvas.”

Through the light winds of the previous day and evening, all the talk aboard had been of how to maximize the schooner’s sail area. We’d had a main gaff topsail, a small sail that closes the gap between the gaff of the mainsail and the main topmast. We’d even taken the small sail out of the ship’s dinghy and sent it aloft on the foremast, a crude imitation of the same technique.

“Heck, at this point we might as well take our bedsheets and sew ‘em together for a spinnaker.”

It was also something of a sore topic for the original crew. In their haste from Bay City, they had neglected to bring aboard their fisherman sail– a large auxiliary piece of sail that goes up between the masts on traditionally-rigged schooners. With the wind on our quarter getting lighter, every inch of canvas raised meant more speed, and quicker relief from the oppressive temperature. Niagara had gone so far as to leave its cutter outboard of its rail, but with its sail raised in the hope of catching that much more breeze. Now it seemed our captain wanted to do them one better.

“Surely you can’t be serious…”

“Hell yeah, down-rig it, take the gaff from the dinghy and meet me on the bow.”

After a good deal of finicking, we’d come up with a jerry-rigged square sail. Captain Christopher affectionately christened it the fore-course, but the oblong rectangle that hung from the foremast was nothing short of ridiculous.

The sail in question... Photo credit J Clark

The sail in question…
Photo credit J Clark

Sarcasm is the sailor’s constant companion. It is his friend in all things. It gets him through the day, releases his anger, distracts him from his hunger and fatigue, and above all, gets him through these little bits of ridiculousness that pervade his profession.

However much we tease each other, we tease landlubbers more. One sailor I knew after being asked if the Chicago water intakes in Lake Michigan were floating circus tents went on to regale his passenger of the elephants and clowns he had seen the night before.

Intake "circus tents"

Intake “circus tents”

So it might have been funny to see a group of grown men putting up what amounted to a sun umbrella for a sail. Laughing about its size and shape and making as if to go below, gather shirts and sheets and start sewing new sails. But don’t laugh — that stupid sun umbrella got us a half a knot of speed!


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Sailing on Playfair

Posted by Tall Ships America on August 5, 2016

Pride of Baltimore II and Playfair. Photo by George

Pride of Baltimore II and Playfair. Photo by George

By Intern George

July 22, Friday

We are on Playfair, a brigantine that is the only ship to be commissioned by a reigning monarch, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.  Playfair sails under the Canadian flag. It is a great feeling with all hands on deck, everyone is busy, the wind softly cooling, the sun on your face, and knowing there is a destination but not knowing when you might make it. You’re not worried about this, you’re just happy to be part of the crew and have something new to do. On a tall ship you learn that you don’t need much to feel content.

We help Playfair sail herself; the wind is in her sails and the crew at peace with her smooth sailing, she makes us all feel like skilled sailors. We are working together for success and as we work together in close physical boundaries, we socialize. We find that we are all passionate about our work and, even though we are all doing different jobs, we find that our goals are the same. We just finished the race from Bay City, MI to the Straits of Mackinac around Bois Blanc Island with Playfair finishing second in the TALL SHIPS CHALLENGE®. Working together successfully calls for some maritime merriment.

We have five days before we have to be in Chicago so our captain, Colin Burt, manages to sweet-talk his way into free docking and bathroom and shower facilities for us on Mackinac Island. My home is in Chicago but in my free time I am a Michigander. My family spends a good amount of time vacationing in the UP (Upper Peninsula) at our family farm. Mackinac Island connects the upper and lower parts of Michigan and I have never been able to fit a visit in. I find that I am just as excited about docking as the crowds are in the marina from the surprise visit of couple tall ships.

We dock-up next to the Pride of Baltimore II and the crew begins buzzing like busy bees to tidy up and make Playfair orderly and looking its best.  This job was compounded with endless questions from people walking the pier. The crew is pleased to share their adventures in sailing and knowledge of the ship to the delighted visitors. With our curiosity to go ashore at bay, we entertain the crowd as we tell our sailing stories with pride and pleasure.

A hot water shower is a precious commodity on a tall ship and as we go ashore on Mackinac Island the crew races for the opportunity to be the first in the shower.  As in sailing, the not knowing how long it will take to get to a destination, it is the same with a shower; not knowing how long the hot water will last.

Free to roam and explore the island we find it to be a unique scene. There is a lot of action but in a Victorian style.  We hit the shops for personal items, souvenirs, and, of course, the fudge and ice cream. I ended my day watching the sunset on the shore with the Mackinac Bridge in sight. I am thinking of my family hoping the wind and waves are on our side as we navigate to Chicago for the Navy Pier festival. Even if is it is only for a few days, I’m going home!

We are catching up with the intern’s adventures throughout the summer. Last week, they were at the Pepsi® Tall Ships® Chicago 2016 and this week we are at the Tall Ship® Festival presented by Nicolet Bank in Green Bay. Ben raced out of Chicago on Appledore IV and George sailed up to Sturgeon Bay aboard Draken Harald Harfagre. They will both be sharing their experiences here on the blog.

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Sailing Sense Part 2 of 4: Anger

Posted by Tall Ships America on July 29, 2016

By Intern Ben

Pride and Denis neck and neck

Pride of Baltimore II and Denis Sullivan neck and neck at the start of the race

Anger is often associated with sailors. It is often conjured up by the stories of old military vessels. The bosun’s fury, the cat o nine tails — these have the appearance of anger, but are more dutiful than wrathful. Popular culture has developed this image of the constantly angry mariner. Worse yet the pirate maddened by rage screaming profanity at his crew. None of these are quite accurate to my recent experiences. What, then, is anger to a sailor? To be sure, there is much to be angry, or simply exasperated about.

In Fairport Harbor we boarded Denis Sullivan, a 3-masted topsail schooner. The wind was favorably out of the south. This allowed us to sail off the dock primarily under her unique triangular topsail called a raffee. We quickly made it past the seawalls and out into Lake Erie. The wind on our beam was so favourable we had to take in topsails and luff the main to keep from crossing the line early. Pride of Baltimore II quickly caught up and we crossed the line sailing abreast.

The race went well until the wind shifted to the east, greatly profiting the ships with square sails. We quickly came to see the Niagara passing us way off to the north. The race continued through the night and the day bloomed bright and cloudless. The results were soon in, and despite our best efforts,  Sullivan had been the last ship to cross the line. Much to our delight however, the adjusted handicap times put all the finishers within minutes of each other and Denis Sullivan came in second place.

The race done, we quickly took in sail and started again under motor power. Tuesday was sweltering and the flies never ceased in their attacks as we wound lazily up the Detroit River, on to Lake St. Clair, and finished the night with rain on the Saint Clair River. By Wednesday we were on Lake Huron, and by Wednesday night we were anchored on Saginaw Bay.

Ben Denis Sullivan

Wednesday night at anchor passed easily enough, but the standing order was to wake the captain for anything worse than 25 knots of wind. The morning was windier still, and after a standard cleaning if the boat, it was time to man the windlass and heave anchor. That is when the real trouble began.

The first few fathoms came easily enough. The chain wound quickly and flaked down into the chain locker. Too quickly in fact. The call soon came to heave handsomely. After a couple minutes another hand came to take a spell in my place. In another few minutes, I was back in again and pumping the handle, again, perhaps a little too fast.

Suddenly all action stopped. We four working the windlass looked at each other, the first mate looked at the windlass. The chain had fouled in its lead, wedging itself between the windlass and its mounting. That was when anger started.

For more than an hour the crew labored on the windlass. They even went so far as to take the mechanism apart to work slack into the chain by way of the anchor burton. Now the chain was not held by its wraps on the windlass, but by a simple metal hook and eye splice. Each creak as the chain took strain sent us ducking behind hatchways and masts for fear of hook, line or the chain itself parting and causing injury by its elastic snap-back. Each creak and moan of metal on metal and rope on wood frayed our nerves and shortened out tempers.

Then suddenly the chain was free, the windlass reassembles, and the hands back to pumping. Despite the hour long interlude, the anchor was up in relatively short time. However, the wind and waves were still rising as the anchor was finally pulled out of the water. The first mate leaning out from the fore shrouds manned the anchor burton as the 500 lbs of iron rose slowly in the foamy lake. Then the rollers caught us and every swell sent the anchor banging against the wood of the bow, and each bang was accompanied by a shout from the mate.

The anger in sailing is not between the crew. It can be, but it’s most common form is different. This anger is the joint exasperation, the unifying anger at all the things that are outside the sailors realm of control. Seldom are we angry at each other, often are we angry together.


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Finishing Up in Fairport Harbor

Posted by Tall Ships America on July 20, 2016

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Intern George on Denis Sullivan in Bay City

By Intern George

The life balance on a tall ship takes some getting use to because there are not enough hours in a day. All of the duties that I am obliged to do I do with gusto because it’s always something different and I give it my best. So, after a day of interning with Tall Ships America, when the crew is meeting on the beach to unwind for a bit you find yourself wondering if you should grab a cup of joe or a nice cold brew.

A lot of the crew showed up, even some off duty officers that helped during the festival came to chill out and have a few beers. We all needed to loosen up a bit after a hard days work. Some of the crew have liberty on Sunday and took full advantage of the time off. When you’re with good people and making new friends, it is hard to end an evening and we ended staying longer than we should have.

Sunday morning was a bit hard to wake up and get to my 0800 meeting on time. Back on the Denis Sullivan my senses had a kick-start. My nose followed the aroma of great smelling coffee and my eyes popped when I saw the Eggs Benedict! The crew on the Denis Sullivan is truly blessed with gourmet meals, thank you Chef Rod!

Now awake after a fantastic breakfast we went to check in with the liaisons. Bag check was under control so no super sleuthing the contraband today. I was then sent to the Pride of Baltimore II to make a manifest of everyone going on the 10 a.m. day sail, which was nice because I was able to meet a few more crewmembers and learn their names. After completing the list I went back to security and over the radio came a call for help from the Mayor of Fairport, Tim Manross, who was volunteering for the festival by directing cars in the VIP parking lot.

What is the protocol for working with a mayor? I felt honored given this task. Introductions were made and as it turns out Tim was a cool guy and was in need of an extra hand to get the cars moving a bit smoother. Happy to help out I sent the cars to him while he directed them into a spot. We worked together until the lot was at capacity and he then handed the parking lot off to me to fill in the spots that were opening as people went home.

Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies are wonderful, but I was grateful to be relieved around 1430 for a lunch break because I was baking in the sun. After break I spent a couple hours at Tall Ships America duties, dropping off books and picking up souvenirs. Then, I was tossed keys to a golf cart to help three of the chefs from different ships that were out shopping get the groceries back to the ships. I made four trips with a couple of pick-ups of elderly and handicapped people to help them get out of the event. It was service with a smile.

It was after 1800 when I was released for the day. There was a crew party at the local bowling alley but working in hot weather all day makes you smell quite unpleasant. I have never had a chance to swim in Lake Erie and I thought I would take a little detour before heading to the party. Also I was hoping the lake water would wake me up enough to help me finish my night.

After my quick swim/rinse down I made my way to bowling alley and ran into some friends that were getting ice cream then heading to crew party so I joined them. At the bowling alley some of the crew form the Niagara had just started a game and gladly reset their game so I could join in. I was very tired from the night before and my long day that reluctantly told them I was only there for a one game and dinner. I knew I had to get up early in the morning.

So my night was not done yet with the NEED for a good long shower that I wouldn’t be able to have on the ship so I made my way to the yacht club. Thankfully they were lending their showers and bathrooms to the crews. It was over a mile away so my round trip was over an hour that gave me time to call family and friends.

When returning couple news reporters greeted me back on the Denis Sullivan. Turns out that they are going to make this ship their home for the ride to Bay City and are going to do reports on us. After having a few laughs about stories we shared I went directly to bed to get ready for our big day of sailing tomorrow. Man, I wish I knew we were going to be filmed and broadcasted, I would have shaved at the yacht club.

Ben and George are currently sailing in Playfair on their way to the Pepsi(R) Tall Ships(R) Chicago 2016 event

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Posted by Tall Ships America on July 18, 2016

By Intern Ben

Sunrise Ben Niagaralr

“…but ye also want to go in order to see the world? Was not that what ye said? I thought so. Well then, just step forward there, and take a peep over the weather-bow, and then back to me and tell me what ye see there… Well, what does thou think then of seeing the world? Do ye wish to go round Cape Horn to see any more of it, eh? Can’t ye see the world where you stand?”
– Herman Melville, Moby Dick

What is it about sailing? It cannot simply be nostalgia, the wonder of the lost golden age of sail. New vessels are still sold, people still learn to sail, and people still turn out in droves to see tall ships when they come visiting. Is there actually a wondrous, magical quality to it, or is it just humans who have the tendency to romanticize it?

Wednesday evening I was at the helm on Niagara when the weather started to turn foul. The change in the wind allowed us an easy reach towards the west. Unfortunately the rain had other plans. As the evening wore on the dark clouds grew on the western horizon. Every now and then the 2nd mate would come down off the bridge and bring up the Doppler radar. Each time the rain appeared a few miles closer on the screen but no sail was taken in and no change was made in the course.

In another hour the captain came on deck and gave the order to turn around. Sail was taken in and the brig started motoring back towards the east, running from the rain. Despite those efforts, it caught us soon enough. And lucky for us within a few minutes of starting it was our watch below.

The night went uneventfully, but unfortunately, having the first night watch meant getting up in the wee hours of the morning for the next watch. When we got out it was still dark, but the hum of the motor and lights from below deck created our little encapsulated world. The opaque black closed in like blanket, with only the distant lights on shore to remind us where we were.

Then suddenly — color. Blues, greens, reds, and oranges sprouting from the horizon and standing out sharp against Niagara’s rigging. The same experience gripped me days later as we crossed Lake Huron on the Denis Sullivan.

In that moment I felt wonder, in what I feel was its purest form. Where a moment before there was nothing, there was suddenly a wealth of being and experience that came out of seaming oblivion. Sailing is the action of change. Adaptation and improvisation are as common to the sailor as his own shipmates. To think there’s any wonder in just a boat is to only see one side of the coin. Decks, wood, lines, pin rails, cleats, tar and hemp — nostalgia these evoke, not wonder. Wonder is that state of being amazed and of being lost. The wonder of tall ships is in the changes the boat brings about, not what you bring to the boat. No matter where you live, you can’t be a sailor without at least walking out your door.


Ben and George are currently on their way to Pepsi(R) Tall Ships(R) Chicago 2016 aboard Playfair.


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Posted by Tall Ships America on July 12, 2016


Safely alongside in Fairport Harbor

Safely alongside in Fairport Harbor

By Summer Intern Ben

“Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard I can feel it through your hands. There’s so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain it’s like rocket fuel. Right now you could run faster and you can fight harder. You can jump higher than ever in your life and you are so alert it’s like you can slow down time. What’s wrong with scared? Scared is a superpower!”

– Doctor Who

Fear is a strange thing to a sailor. The sailor is thought of as brave. There’s the whaleman, the navy serviceman, the marine, and even the merchant — all were regarded with a degree of respect for the simple act of crossing seas and braving oceans. But we have made passage over oceans for hundreds of years at this point, and to be on the water has become almost commonplace. But still, especially among tall ships, this feeling persists. Of all breeds of occupations, none is regarded as being brave as a sailor is.

It is paradoxical in that the sailor oftentimes has the most to fear. Rain, wind, weather, treacherous shoals and reefs, and worst of all, the simple professional mistake. A line mis-handled, slips, falls, all are worthy things to be weary of. And then there are the more persistent ever-present risks of sailing; falling overboard, fire, abandoning ship. when compounded these things make a cacophony of terror that should surely beget a higher salary for those who carry out the shipping that drives our very society. And yet, when asked if they are afraid, the average sailor would probably give an indifferent shrug.

It has been said that the only time a person can be truly brave is when they are truly afraid. I don’t think that truly describes a sailor. When I first climbed Niagara’s rig to the t’gallant yard with these thoughts a-flurry in my head, being brave because I was afraid simply did not make sense.

Historically, this is an explanation for this. Fear can be overcome by other threat. In the simplest case, an order would certainly drive a reluctant sailor aloft. Command could send him into a cutter in 10 foot seas. Duty could drive him to fire a gun and lose his hearing in the process, or board an enemy ships to risk grisly death. Money could drive him to fight for a prize, to haul the wind harder, or to lay out on a yard while rounding cape horn. The modern sailor on a tallship does not have such motivations.

It was last evening when we had set out from Erie aboard the Niagara. The first several hours of the day were a dull monotony of cleaning and prepping to get ready for her summer’s voyaging. Food, gear, and crew’s possessions all had to be loaded, and every pallet of firewood seemed to drag on forever. By the early afternoon it was finally ready to cast off dock lines and haul up fenders.

The wind out of the west made fore a difficult passage for Pennsylvania to Ohio along the Lake’s southern shore. We set out under topsails t’gallants and staysails, and tacked several times in the evening, but the leeway of the brig gave us precious little progress to westward. After dinner, the watches were sent below but me having my usual luck had been assigned to the first division which mustered to take the watch from 8 to 11. Dusk was just falling, and taking the first spell at the helm afforded a wonderful view of the sunset off the starboard bow.

Then the hour turned and positions rotated. I was leaning idle by the scuttlebut when the call came to take in and furl t’gallants. I lay aloft with one of the professional crew and climbed as fast as I felt safe, yet it felt the rig passed very quick. Before I knew it I was through the lubbers hole on the fighting top, through the gap in the crosstrees to the step of the t‘gallant mast, and out on to the line.

Certainly part of it was timing. When the order comes there’s seldom time for fear. But once I was up on the t’gallant yard, I could feel my heart pounding. It was exhilarating and terrifying. In that moment, just after the sun had set there was nothing surrounding us but lake — open water for miles. Nothing in the world but the dome of the sky and the plain of the sea. Even the vessel beneath me seemed to fall away as I felt myself lost to the wind and waves. But I was shortly curtailed, and again realized where I was and what I was to be doing. Reaching over the sail I saw the deck which seemed miles below me, and again my stomach was in my throat and I was holding on for dear life, but soon enough the sail was furled, and before I knew it I was back on deck. Fear was a guide in the end, not a threat, but a companion. I’m not one for horror movies, but obviously some people have the right of it — fear can be fun.


Ben and George are currently racing on Denis Sullivan. We’ll reconnect in Bay City later this week. Stay tuned for updates from the race!


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