The ebb and flow of the wind
The light winds mean we can climb, to see afar and make those memories you can only have from sailing on a historic tall ship. Climbing higher, pushing farther and challenging yourself.
They also mean we slow down… steering becomes more difficult with slower speeds and we question our predictions on an early arrival.
When the wind picks up, we haul more lines, we work harder, but the bonds are made between crew and steering is easier… today was a day of change and variation.
Among the slow sailing, a quiet calm settles over the ship. This was the opportunity the voyage crew had to hear from our captain… and his lesson on celestial navigation. An insight into another world and another time, tying in many of the Polynesian stories we hear about voyaging and how the people made it to these distant islands.
The contrast once again came in the evening, with the twighlight colours settling over the deck we sat down on the main deck with our first mate Clara… to sing together and learn the different sea shanties and their meanings that have been brought to the ship from history. No matter your voice, singing away and laughing together. What a moment to be on board, what a place to be, we’re in the middle of the Pacific, sharing ourselves and the history of those sailors before us.
