SEA Currents: Colonization to Conservation in the Caribbean
Cramer 277, it has been a blast. Really, after spending a solid five weeks together on a ship, I have thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Of course, starting the first two weeks or so, sleeping on deck, eating perhaps a bowl of food and drinking a single liter of water a day, feeling like the weight of the world was squeezing my skull and viscera, having foulies on continuously, and getting hands and faced crisped by the sun, was all pretty rough.
After that, it was all pretty sweet!
It is rare that when something begins, you immediately recognize its importance. On February 16th, I wrote in my journal, “I know I am going to want to return to right now.” Even so early on, I could tell the Cramer was a place of both personal growth and learning through collaboration.
Though I have been sweltering in the Caribbean heat (especially on afternoon watch today!), my thoughts keep straying back to a distinctly wintery experience: cross-country skiing. Now, I’m not thinking of just any skiing but a specific experience that’s burned into my memory the very same way I’m sure many moments of this voyage will.
Hey readers, hope this finds you all well. Our first full day of sailing since leaving Grand Cayman has been an fun one, for sure. I was woken up at 0230 this morning for Dawn Watch, which is always an interesting time.
Speaking over the soft sheets of rain which overtook the misty Blue Mountains of his hometown, Colonel Wallace Sterling leaned forward slightly, as though he were speaking in confidence and said, “If you treat me like a stranger, that’s what I will be. If you treat me like one of your own, that’s what I will be.”
More than a day has passed after parting ways with Port Antonio, during which we have transitioned back to life underway. While routine tasks, meals, and watch schedules continue, the elements, conditions, and circumstances of every moment mean life on board is always engaging. Getting complacent is not an option.
This morning we set sail once more, leaving Port Antonio behind for more open water. It’s always exciting to get underway again, and today was no exception, especially since we had an audience in the marina. Mama Cramer is extremely impressive, if I do say so myself, so it’s no wonder that a small crowd of the people who were docked around us in the marina came out to see us get underway.
Ahoy friends, family, friend’s family, and family friends. To start out I must apologize for not writing sooner. I was convinced that I had signed up to write for the 9th but the schedule clearly showed I was two days too late. So the delay in an update is entirely my fault and I must relay my deepest apologies.
Numerous times on this voyage we have witnessed a “Green Flash”; at spectacular sunsets and to bring on a luminous rising sun. This flash, or spark, is no stuff off romantic legend but an atmospheric phenomenon where blue and violet wavelengths are scattered and shorter red/orange/yellow wavelengths are the first to actually set below the horizon.
Yesterday, March 7, the Corwith Cramer strolled into the harbor of Port Antonio, Jamaica, docking for the first time since San Juan. Our entrance lined up perfectly with a heavy squall which made our all hands docking procedure very wet, but all went smoothly and here we are.