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SEA Currents: SSV Corwith Cramer
February 24, 2017
30 Miles Southwest of St. Croix
When I realized that it was my turn to write the blog, I will admit that I felt rather daunted as to what I would write about. There has been so many different moments throughout this trip that anyone would be hard pressed to figure out what to say. While my parents would probably love for me to wax on about all of them, I feel that the best option would be to keep myself limited to the most manageable of them, as this would also keep me from talking too much. While this instant may not be the longest of experiences, it is as the title suggests 4 seconds, I hope that by the end of this post you will be convinced it is just as powerful as all the others.
The 1st second: My eyes are closed and have been for the last few seconds, this is mostly due to the fact that it is 2 in the morning. The darkness is not accompanied by silence though as there is the distinct and ever present sound of waves being parted, though this is dampened when a swell lifts the bow of the boat slightly higher and away from the water it was parting. While unnoticed at the time there is a distinct scent of salt in the air that has been a consistent fixture since first arriving at St Croix. I feel the tension building in the netting beneath me, reminding me of the fact I am out on the headrig furling a sail with my watch mates in the middle of the night.
The 2nd second: I open my eyes and am immediately greeted with the sight of the Corwith Cramer's lines, sails, and masts on a backdrop of stars. With sight comes a moment of silence though as the bow is now just past the peak of the wave and is beginning to drop back down. My eyes are drawn down from the sky to the water in the hopes of not missing what was only a second away.
The 3rd second: The bow makes contact with water again, breaking the brief silence with the crash of water, as cool saltwater is lightly sprayed on me. I am able to look down fast enough to see the bioluminescence in the sea light up the outline the front of the ship-a stark contrast to the near black waters beneath the netting of the bow sprit.
The 4th second: I close my eyes, knowing that this respite of my late night watch is nearing an end I hold onto the notion that maybe, just maybe, it could last 4 more seconds.