Going Aloft, Chapter 23

In this chapter we are whisked away into the wildness of the Lucayan night by our new friend, Josh, a Canadian fellow schooner sailor we met at the boatyard in Freeport. There is drinking and merriment on this page, to be sure, but there is also something darker: the faint echo of prejudice, a leftover remnant of … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 23

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Going Aloft, Chapter 22

Boatyard, as defined in the yellowing pages of my Webster's New World dictionary, is a noun which means "a place where boats are built and repaired." This is mostly true, but of course a real boatyard serves a larger purpose than that. It's a gathering place for people and vessels from all over the world, … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 22

Going Aloft, Chapter 21

To see a sailing boat out of the water is like seeing a bird on the ground- it happens, sometimes, but it's not the place where it's supposed to be. It's also like looking at an iceberg, in that much of the volume of the vessel is hidden, submerged beneath the waves. Our schooner had a deep … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 21