overwhelmed and always moving

When my train arrived into quiet New London, CT, I knew the serenity of the town would in no way match the rhythm of the boat. 

Last anyone heard, I was living in the Caribbean on board S/Y (sailing yacht) Argo. She's a beautiful boat with a special place in my heart, being the vessel I learned how to sail on. Having the honor to return to the ship as working crew gave the opportunity to prove myself, and fail miserably. That boat has given me the highest highs, and the lowest lows. Days fluctuated between feeling like the queen of the sea, and then similar to how a toad must feel. At some point in the future I'll post my past stories, but for now, its stories from aboard Spirit of Massachusetts - a 125' wooden, gaff-rigged sailing schooner, built as a Gloucester fishing vessel. That means that everything is traditionally rigged, and expectations are high to keep it that way.

My first day I knew it would be part learning the vessel, but mostly the first week is unspoken "audition time." This is when they test us "green" crew to every limit we have.. and today was no different.

Today wasn't so great, but yesterday was solid. We had two day sails for middle school kids, and I taught everything I know - and well. Today was about little projects on board, and god...there are more ways to tie a knot than I will ever know.

 I'm in the 3rd mate role (amongst the role of Medical Officer and Safety Officer), which is the role "to prove oneself," says my predecessor. So, again, I find myself back in a role where I constantly feel like I can't screw up, and must excel, but knowing I'm going to screw up. The problem, however, is that they do things here completely differently than I have ever done on any other vessel, and in addition are THE most detail-oriented in line handling I have ever experienced. They also have a significant number of lines whose name/function I have never experienced. So, there's that. To make it even better, they don't use any of the same navigation methods I have experience with, and use only chart-paper-old fashioned navigation work, with no electronic use. So, I'm having to go back to my roots. I'm quite apprehensive as to whether I'll be able to learn everything that is expected of me, plus all of the stuff I haven't encountered yet that I "should" know, plus be able to lead a group of students in all of this. I'm really, really apprehensive about this. But, every day I'll wake up early and every night I'll go to bed studying, and (re?) learning large amounts of information. 

The Captain is Caroline Smith, who overwhelmingly resembles my beloved Aunt Sue, in both personality and appearances. The first mate, Matt, is my age and very very cool/nice. He also chain smokes unfiltered, American Spirit cigarettes which he packs/roles himself. The 2nd mate, Ryan, constantly gives me disapproving looks and is very stern...but also very goofy at random times. I'm probably just taking it too personally, so I try to just do everything I possibly can to not fuck up, and ask Matt any questions. 3rd mate, is myself. The deckhands - Ian, the first, has been here for 9 months and looks exactly how Bob Dylan looked when he was 19. He also loves to sing and play his guitar at night, and I love relaxing in my bunk at night listening to him sing. He leaves in a few days, and with him being so nice/chill/helpful, I'm very sad to see him go. The 2nd deckhand, who's name I've forgotten, is 20, very nice and coo, has traveled to Eastern Africa, understands "Mzungu" and is becoming a good friend. She was a volunteer/student on this ship in the past, so anything relating to this boat in particular I can ask her about. The 3rd deckhand, Dylan Pearce, is super green/super young, but very eager to learn. He just completed his first year at Maine Maritime, and is trying to learn as fast as he can, but is feeling a little squashed/deflated right now. He'll get there - I know exactly how he feels. 

Tomorrow we begin to make the ~120nm (nautical mile) passage to Governors Island, in NYC. From what I hear, its a hell-hole of a harbor, simply because its one of the busiest. So...here we go...