SEA Currents: Robert C. Seamans
December 21, 2017
Fair Winds Salps, Secchi, and S-276
Course & Speed
at our own pace
Beautiful and Blue
Today is the day, we set sail but this time not on a six-week adventure in the South Pacific, but instead we set sail back home, returning to our universities, transferring to new universities or starting Basic Training. No matter where we are going, we, the students of S-276, will always be taking the memories and experiences with us in ways we have never known coming into this before. Some of this being as simple as never drinking from a straw again, while others not being that simple like the pin rails or how to read the RACOR.
No matter what we learned in the classroom, we learned more from one another, while forming a community starting with bioluminescent night swims in Woods Hole from A Watch Book Club to Bananagrams to being twenty feet from your best friends. We managed to work together to cross the dateline four times, to sail 2239 nautical miles, to have the courage to publicly survey 27 Kiwis, and to count 1149 salps.
For six weeks the sixteen of us from two cottages in Wood Hole, Massachusetts created a bond around a $340 Shaws card, and then for six more weeks we formed a new bond with seventeen new people in a new hemisphere and speaking a new language (soles, heads, muster). Around those gimbaled tables and at the helm and everywhere in between, we as students learned so much from the mates, the scientists, and the others. We thank all of them so much because without our mates we would not know how to freshen the nips, without our scientists we would not have a Secchi Disk reading, without Jen we could not have feasted six times a day, without Henry and Savio we would not have water nor power, without Jane we would not have anything to read in the heads, without Kerry we would not have hot sauce, and without Captain Bill we would never have gotten our passports back.
The community we made out in the open ocean would not have been possible to do without our family and friends at home. We thought of you constantly while seasickness was imminent, while at lookout, while at the helm and all the time in between. We promise that we will try not to talk about the last six weeks that much (however sunsets on the bowsprit are hard not to talk about), but we also promise that we have thought about you many times throughout our journey and miss you more than you will ever know.
One last time, we callout as the class of S-276 but this time not wondering who is missing, instead filling in the pauses with our favorite memories.
- bioluminescent dolphins
- First swim call, jumping off the bowsprit
- delirious dawn watch
- When we caught tuna and then ate hella tuna
- “Ah, very good, very good!”
- anytime A watch is together either reading, going aloft, adventuring on land, or conquering deck life
- Furling the jib in a squall
- late night talks with friends and ramen
- throwing salps
- riding the brown dragon on dawn watch during phase 2!!
- watch sing-a-longs on the quarterdeck
- Sunrise, sunset, moonrise, moonbow, southern cross, magellanic clouds, sunrise (again). That was one day.
- sitting on top of the doghouse at night with 5 and 15 under the stars
- seeing the Southern Cross for the first time. (also 6’s fart during OHI presentations, it was legendary)
- “At first you’re afraid you’re gonna to die, then you’re afraid you’re not gonna die”… “at least you didn’t join to Coast Guard”
- Jane doing her readings on the lab top.
- Everything! The good and the bad, the land and the sea, the students and the crew, life on a boat.
Lastly, we thank you SEA Semester for creating a place to see dolphins swimming in bioluminescent water and introducing us to some of the most inspiring people, while receiving college credit.
Cheers with some Fantastic Well Tell Pell Ell,
Students of S-276