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SEA Currents: SSV Corwith Cramer
May 03, 2015
Port Call- Bermuda!
32°22.7’ N x 64°40.9’ W
Description of location
Docked in St. George’s
Facing West, Docked at Penno’s Wharf
Taffrail Log (nm)
804 miles traveled
Weather / Wind / Sail Plan (from 1300 Watch Change)
A serene force 1 blowing on the Harbor in St. George’s, with the occasional cumulus floating by.
Marine Mammals Observed last 24hrs (estimate of totals)
Sargassum Observed last 24hrs (estimate of totals)
not a single golden frond!
At this very moment, I’m sitting up on deck on night watch with Kata, one of my trusty A-Watch shipmates. But standing watch tonight is unlike any other so far. The deck is no longer rocking and rolling beneath us. White caps no longer crash into the hull beside us. Our bow is no longer pitching into twelve foot swells ahead of us. The sails are no longer filling in the wind above us. In fact, this watch, there are no sails to haul, no passing ships to lookout for, no course to plot, no helm to steer. All I can hear right now are crickets, frogs, and the occasional Bermudian moped driving through this peaceful village of St. George’s. There’s serenity on deck like we haven’t felt since leaving Puerto Rico, because since early this morning, we have been securely docked to terra firma in Bermuda.
That’s not to say I don’t miss being salty sailors voyaging out in the Sargasso Sea. I truly miss the insular freeness offshore life aboard Cramer. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t beyond excited to explore this beautiful island and do things that humans like to do on land: going to the beach, running, eating ice cream, snorkeling, chatting with locals and fellow travelers, seeing trees, etc. I’m even excited to do my laundry.
For me, our first day of port call in Bermuda began with cooking breakfast burritos with our fabulous steward Lauren (also known as Cookie, perhaps because she’s super sweet, loved by all, and has mad cooking skills). After the food was mostly ready, Lauren kindly kicked me out of the galley to join my shipmates on deck and see Bermuda up close for the first time. Our 2nd Mate Ashley deftly steered Cramer through a narrow channel that passed jutting cliffs topped with cedar trees, white-roofed, pastel-walled houses stacked neatly along rolling hills, and a harbor full of motor boats, fishing boats, and sailboats (though none as grand as Cramer, if I do say so myself). After we had all released some excitement whooping and squealing and hugging each other, some of us climbed up on top of the lab to get a better view (see photo attached, credits to my good friend Liz!)
For a few hours, we had the chance to explore the quaint and friendly village of St. George’s. But first things first: per the Captain’s orders, “Phone Home.” So I got myself to the nearest internet café and began contacting the outside world. To family and friends I haven’t had a chance to speak to yet, we’re all alive and happy as clams and I can’t wait to talk to you soon! Sending a huge hug up the Gulf Stream to you all. To my not-so-little anymore sister, I am SO proud of you and can’t wait to visit you at college next year. It’s a strange thing to be out of touch with everyone back home. But I am so thankful for this experience, because the opportunity to bond with this particular crew of incredibly motivated, diverse, and spirited individuals that share such a deep love for the ocean may only come around once in a lifetime.
Speaking of the ocean, I absolutely can’t wait to get in it tomorrow with a mask and snorkel to get a closer look at what Bermudian life is like under the sea! But for now, it’s getting late and I can hear one of my shipmates snoring away below deck (it’s true...I won’t call you out on it though, my friend).
P.S. I got to say “shiver me timbers” yesterday...and meant it literally. Feel free to look it up if you’re still learning how to speak sailor. Yarr.