Right now I clearly see him, duct taped, and spread eagle, securely tied to the ships mast, rooftop cabin or maybe even behind this catamarans navigation station.
Don’t ask which nav station, these crazy cats only come equipped with one. The crazy French guys who designed them probably don’t sail them across oceans like they are capable of doing. They likely expect sailors up top in all kinds of weather.
This crazy guy 9 months ago suggested to Skipper Brian that he do the clipper route, as a new way of bashing up from cabo to san diego. A journey of a thousand miles turned into 1400, 1500, 2000 who knows.
Shoot straight out and away from land to do the infamous clipper sailing route to about 200 miles out minimum, then catch those trade winds that are sure to show??
Then, about as crazy as a game of golf, slice right back towards land, like the old clipper ship days, before the invention of those twin Yanmars now hanging off our stern quarter.
Sure says Skipper Brian. This possibly on account of him doing anything to retain a live coherent human being on board; and for watch duty, you guessed it, assign him to pull the dog watch!
The phone I’m now texting on, needs recharging and I’m also hungry. This is how we do it shipboard mate!
Just plug in the ☎ and reach into the refer for a pair of hardboiled eggs.
Now back to the crazy guy story.following a short commercial pee break.
Crazy guy not only suggests this route that he has never done, but, only read about.
The real story here is that three days before crazy guy is set to show he canceled.
Just like that.
Something about a depressive personality mood kicking in. And according to Skipper Brian he, also didn’t like the idea of me coming along, just for the fun of it.
Hey, maybe I’m the real crazy guy!
“Possessing at least five times his strength, i turned to escape, but with a roar like a wild beast, he sprang for me; I managed to reach the nav station but, said skipper was not so lucky.
My god! He’s starting to smash everything! If he gets to us he’ll take over the cat, unsinkable or not;
We need to confine him.
Quick where’s the strait jacket or duct tape? Even bound he could reach for anything with his feet.
“Ocean life in the old sailing ship days”
Written at about midnight while on the dog watch – midnight to four a.m.
Los Coronados, site of the near imaginary near massacre.
In September 1542 Juan Rodríguez Cabrillodescribed them as islas desiertas (desert islands).
In 1602 the priest for Sebastián Vizcaíno called them Los Cuatro Coronados(the four crowned ones) to honour four martyrs.
Although they have been called a dozen other names (later fisherman upon seeing floating coffins, ghostly faces and shrouded bodies amid the rocks dubbed them: Old Stone Face, The Sarcophagi, Dead Man’s Island, and Corpus Christi) they also have been provocatively called The Sentries of San Diego Bay even though they belong to Mexico.
In the 1920s and 1930s, during Prohibition in the United States, the cove on the Northeast side of South Coronado Island was used as a meeting place for alcohol smugglers. Since it was the time before radar, and as foggy nights are common, the large number of boats frequently resulted in collisions. There was so much traffic that a famous casino flourished there until well into the Depression. Only the stone foundation remains though the name Smugglers Cove, and more rarely Casino Cove, adorn modern maps.
In May 1943 the U.S. Navy’s USS PC-815, commanded by L. Ron Hubbard, conducted unauthorized gunnery exercises involving the shelling of the Coronado Islands, in the belief they were uninhabited and belonged to the United States.
Unfortunately for Hubbard, the islands belonged to Mexico and were occupied by the Mexican Coast Guard. The Mexican government complained and Hubbard was relieved of command.
The islands are also a popular location for yellowtail fishing for San Diego fishermen