SEA Currents: Robert C. Seamans
October 04, 2016
Whose Line is It, Anyway?
18°39.2’ S x 173°59.1’W
docked in Vava’u
hot and humid, clear skies, slight breeze
Greetings from Vava’u! Mama Seamans made her way into Tonga at roughly 1300 this morning. Barely recovered from dawn watch, which ended at 0700, I forced my sleepless self from my bunk and up on deck to join my shipmates in their eagerness to reach land. It is now 1552, and I sit in the on-board library writing this as a few Tongan customs agents are guided throughout our floating home by our Captain Jay.
Us students seem to be acclimating well to life at sea. Even the once-rampant motion sickness has died down quite a bit (thanks, Meclazine!). It seems that everyone is entirely focused on savoring the experiences we are having together, whether they be in the form of us hanging out on the quarterdeck playing instruments and singing, giggling over the swaying of the gimbled saloon tables during meals, or, dare I say it, walking around the deck of the ship struggling to learn our lines. Frequently, we will turn to one another in awe of the realization that our lives currently consist of sleeping, learning, and sailing through the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Speaking of learning our lines: tomorrow at 0800, we have a line chase! None of us are too sure of what a line chase actually entails, but from what we gather, it requires us knowing the names and locations of all
of the lines on the ship entirely and moving to and from them quickly. It feels like there are more lines than there is time to memorize; I feel comfortable speaking for everyone in that we are feeling the pressure to
absorb all of the material. Luckily, our watch officers are not only awesome pro-crew members, but they are also super willing teachers. We have all the resources we need right on board (because who needs wifi, right?)!
I would also like to update our devoted blog followers by letting you all know that our own Tehani, the very shipmate who noticed the tugging at the fishing line yesterday, ended up assisting our steward, Bex, in preparing fish tacos for lunch today! As fun as the gorgeous Mahi-mahi was to look at on the quarterdeck post-catch, I am much happier with the tasty fish in my tummy. I am pleased to announce that all of the food on the ship has sufficiently satisfied both our appetites and our tastebuds. My parents would probably find humor in the fact that the day that Bex made cheeseburgers and fries for lunch (AKA my go-to food), I was too sick to eat and had to sit out on that meal. Good thing we are regularly served six meals a day…Bex would never let me go hungry!
Cheers to the continuation of our Polynesian adventure, and shout-out to my sister, Fishy, on her 19th birthday on October 2nd! Sorry for the delay, the International Date Line is WEIRD.