SEA Currents: Corwith Cramer
Anchored in Samana Bay, DR
Humid and rather squally
I am not going to lie when I say that I don't know where to begin with this post. So much has happened on the Cramer and at port stops that it is difficult to focus on something super memorable. So I'm just going to write about my initial impressions about being at sea for such a long period of time. I also want to write this post in honor of our visiting artist Peter Stone, who sadly was not able to join us for the rest of this trip.
Peter always had an air of tranquility to him, something that seemed very unique among the rest of the crew. While me and the rest of C Watch would be fumbling around to get stuff done, he would always offer the right kind of support in the midst of growing anxiety. I tend to overthink things, especially when tasks call for quick solutions. Peter offered a kind of guidance I would have never expected from being on a 136 foot vessel in the middle of nowhere.
He also gave me a perspective on the ocean that I would have never really expected. When we were on shore, he would often encourage us to think of a unique story behind everything that we draw in our journal. It didn't matter whether or not it was a sketch of an oyster shell or a watercolor of Saba. Everything we see out here should be observed with an air of curiosity and mysticism. For me (and maybe even some other members of the crew) this thought process stuck with me even until now. On bow watches I would often find myself dazzled by the blue glow of the phytoplankton just ten feet below our gaze.
To give a more recent example let cast an mythical light on the island of Saba. After spending at least two days circling around Saba, a lot of us would joke about how the mountainous island is constantly following us or that it is the location of some strange rift in time. It's a place where time stands still and space becomes an insignificant concept to this ethereal piece of rocky land. Either way our curiosity as a crew and a class is still flourishing on board this world of wood, steel and water. And I think I can say on behalf of everyone that we can thank Peter for that.
Tomorrow, we will be departing from Samana and will be sailing towards Silver Bank for some whale watching. Armed with our instincts and creativity, I am very excited to get underway again, especially with the knowledge that there is only more out there to discover.
Let's get this thing going,
PS. Mom, Dad, Maira and Kaitlin. Can't wait to see ya'll again. I don't have scurvy (yet).