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missyourflight · 2 years ago

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ooooooooo!!! ⭐ for tomorrow on every shore <333333

🛥❤️ commentary on the scene at the resort towards the end of the story under the cut!

“Can we get him some long gloves?” Aisling asks, squinting at Max. “Like opera gloves?”

“Maybe if we only put SPF on up as far as his elbows,” Hayley suggests. “Just to give the white bits a chance to catch up.”

“I’ll ask Lily,” Alex says, snapping a picture.

“You are all so hilarious,” Max tells them. He crosses his arms across his chest.

“I honestly don’t know what they’re talking about,” Daniel says. “I can’t even see a tan line.”

I really amused myself (if no one else!) working in Below Deck references throughout the fic and Max's blinding farmer's tan is a heartfelt tribute to Paget in S1 Sailing Yacht ⛵️ Also Daniel is a supportive bf god bless

He’s sitting on the same sunlounger as Max, their knees pressed together. “It’s a very gradual gradient,” he goes on, then pauses, bottle of SPF 50 in hand. “Is that the word, gradient?” I'm not super happy with the wording here but like, that thing Daniel does where he's not sure he's using the right word. He squeezes out more cream and spreads it over Max’s shoulders, rubs it into the back of his neck. “There you go, Maxy. Slip, slop, slap.” Slip slop slap and the primary school hats with neck flaps are my tribute to my old housemate and beloved friend who grew up in Australia! Louise... I owe you everything 😭

“What are you saying,” Max says, twisting around to face him, and Daniel grins, swipes sunscreen across Max’s cheeks.

Instead of their usual team night out, they’re spending the day at a resort, stretched out by the pool; Christian had called it a reward for all their hard work this season. Below Deck thing I love is when they mix up the compulsory night out with a compulsory day drinking session! And as always, if this were an accurate portrayal of Below Deck everyone would be 3000 times more messy and there would be so much more interpersonal drama, alas I am a romance bitch!!

Daniel’s enjoying himself, drinking frozen cocktails with little umbrellas in them. He offers Max a sip and Max takes more than he means to, sucking on the straw.

“Sorry,” he says, handing it back. “It’s cold.”

“Jesus,” Daniel says, but he doesn’t sound mad. Max sucking on things!! It's a lot.

“Your tongue is blue,” Lando says from the next lounger. Live slug reacting as per... It's silly but it makes me laugh to just have him chime in like that, Max's POV was Not paying attention to his antics lol.

Aisling has disappeared under the brim of a gigantic straw sunhat. Queen... Aisling is maybe my favourite person in this story and my favourite line of the whole thing is her talking head about Max not liking seafood. Alex is texting, of course. Hayley is sitting in Tess’ lap, waiting for Yuki to bring them both ice cream. Yuki throuple klaxon 🚨 Camera operators are dotted about like always, in case anyone does anything interesting.

“Come in the water with me,” Max says, and Daniel does. Max does So much yearning in this story, but there are these moments too where he goes and Daniel follows - jumping off the rope swing into the sea as well was a big one for me.

In the pool they circle each other, splashing lazily. Max thinks about lifting Daniel in the water, spinning him around, how his laughter would echo off the tiles and make everyone look at them. Something about water as a ~facilitator idk - it's easier for Max to lift Daniel in the water, it's easier to think about being with him in the water... First kiss in the hot tub etc...

“Do you want to kiss me?” he says. It feels like he’s asking a bigger question. I've said in other commentary that I don't know if I did the best/clearest job tracking their slide from "We won't do anything on the boat because cameras" to "We'll do stuff in private on the boat and accept that the cameras will see" to "The crew know we're doing stuff on the boat" to "Everyone knows we're in love"... They can't help themselves...

“Now?” Daniel says, but he’s already moving closer. He doesn’t make Max ask for it again, just cups his hands around both sides of Max’s face like a screen, kisses him softly. I like the image of Daniel screening their kiss -- they can still keep some things for themselves even if they decide to be more open about it etc.

He kisses Max’s cheek; kisses his neck; kisses the stark tan line on his arm. Max looks down at the top of Daniel’s head, at the water droplets in his hair catching the light, the pink cocktail umbrella tucked behind one ear, and it’s like there’s a sail in his chest, caught perfectly full of wind. First of all, Daniel with a pink cocktail umbrella behind his ear is very important 2 me. Second of all, Max in this fic can only think in sailing imagery the way Max in other non-AU fics can only think in racing imagery ⛵️

The rest of the crew are staring from their sunloungers. Daniel straightens up and waves at them, grinning big.

“I think they are jealous,” Max says, and tackles Daniel into the water, buoyant.

Alex: I wouldn’t say I’m surprised, no. I was in the hotel room next to Max last week. I heard some stuff.

Aisling: Literally everyone on this boat owes me money, because I fucking called it.

Lando: Interesting. What happened to “Don’t screw the crew?” Honk he's such a bitch. Also people were so nice in their comments about the talking heads sections, I was so glad they worked!

#sailing yacht au #commentary #asks

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remy-cottagecore · 3 years ago

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Captain’s Cozy Cabin⛵️

The captains quarters and below deck bedrooms of the boat “Gloria”, which ships in fresh fruit for Magnolia Springs! ✨Reposts of my builds are NOT allowed✨

#mine #mineblr #mizuno 16 craft #ghoulcraft #minecraft mizunos #minecraft #my minecraft build #room build #hanacraft

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theguywiththearrowtattoo · 2 years ago

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Captain's Log (by the way Im a sailor ⛵️ ARRRR)

Entry 1:

Lost my anchor, the rope just slipped out. Glad I had a spare from Dad's boat!! ⚓😪

2: Pulled up a mountain of mud and weeds🦠 in Collins Bay when weighed anchor. Motored over to the pier for electrical work with dad. Last night I became an electrician and used a fire extinguisher as a hammer to smash open the mast light plug. Blew up the paddle boat for the first time on the water, a japanese fisherman 'Steven' lost his lucky crayfish lure and offered to pay me 5$ to go get. 🎣 Didnt find it unfortunately but I learned a lot about fishermen and their faith in a single unique lure.

3: Sailed to Stella and back to Collin, fun time with Dave, learned how to use the radio and the ropes. Also, those black birds murder islands! Stear clear of the Brother Islands!! 🦅🏝 "The water is lower this year than usual." Dave's wife took pictures of us sailing back to Collins off the Conservation Area where I got the shell fragment for my necklace. Sailed back to stella alone in 10 knots of wind, Dave calls it sporty, I call it scary as hell. 😳😵😱 Got a lot of bruises from that sail, jumping side to side, running up and down the deck, lost my bungies. Certainly learned the hard way that too much sail in too much wind is a BADDDD thing!!! Rocked the boat right down near the water and tacked all over the place. Boy was I glad to see "LAND HO!!!" 😍 coming into Stella, even if anchoring took about a hundred tries 🙄😫😫. Amherst Island is warm and fit, lots of paddle boarders.

4: Sailed from Amherst Island (Stella) to Cressy in Picton, past the gap between Island and mainland which was smooth and slow sailing all the way, had to zigzag once and then again to adjust my heading into Cressy. There was a floating "island" of those Black Birds that freaked me out, thought it was land!!! 🤯🦅🦅🦅 Apparently theres a swamp around here cuz theres a few mosquitoes. Got a skitter coil but no lighter so I guess Ill be fightin them tonight. Twas a wonderful day. Listening to the geese landing nearby and hopefully aboard! 😍

5: Sailing was patchy, sometimes wind howling in the sails and other times dead quiet and I had to start the engine up to get to a chopped blue. Followed a brown smoke plume over the trees for a bit, wonder if theres a forest fire. 😳 Raced past the Glenora Fairy to get here. Sailed all the way to Glen Island, the water carves through both sides of it so Im lucky I have a shoal draft boat to anchor off current. Theres a beaver living here 🦫, just saw him paddle over to his home, looks pretty big for a little guy. Lilly pads I think, big ones with big underwater folding leaves are anchored too in the mud along with a plateau of zebra muscle shells and 2 discarded tires?? 🤨😂 A blue heron flew in and started prowling for fishes. Nice place. Just hope the Cormorants dont kill that poor island, I can see them nesting on the north tip of it. 😪

I had to take the rudder off!!! Its so shallow here that it was scraping and every sound is so scary I think my hull is grinding on a rock. 😳😨😖😖😖

Ok, mom convinced me. I moved to another spot, then a guy in a white shirt started yelling at me "HAVE YOU ANCHORED HERE BEFORE?" ⚓ and told me to go to the east side of the island to be protected from wind, so Im here now. Hopefully I dont get dragged out to sea like my poor purple bucket who's rope snapped and she went down down down before I could hook her 😪🪣, I got one deck wash out of her (lots of anchor mud) and she was gone. Watching the sunset through the gap in the trees, its nice. Getting fresh air.

Tonight is warmer and calmer than most nights, listening to the frogs singing and occasional geese. Very serene 🥰

6: Motored into hay bay today, no wind, around 20 or so fisherman to wave to, passed three swans. Anchored pretty tight and after about a half hour of monitoring the anchor with no give, I paddled to shore in high waves against wicked current and a rope between my teeth trailing empty water bottles, a bag of garbage and a gas can behind me. Twas my first ever supply run. Upon my return, my Tortuga had floated away, rope slipped right off her cleats, marking the second time I lost an anchor and the first time losing my ship. 😥 Its a sad day today and a hard lesson. Im shit at tying anchor lines... ⚓ Im scared to death that her hull may have been damaged on shore and praying that the mud is thick enough to preserve her. I want to cry. Sailing has been the hardest thing Ive ever done in my life and now mother nature has screwed me, seems more like a bitch of nature than a mother. I need to hug my baby and fall asleep in his arms... I cant take much more of this abuse. 😭

7: Don and Marybeth knew a fisherman with a 130hp engine that was able to tug it off the mud after extensive rocking and angle changing. 🛥 Me and Don were on the hull leaning side to side to wiggle her out. She came free! Motored all the way to his docks at Bayview Cottages in Hay Bay. Im going to dive under her hull and see if she took any damage, already crawled to inspect the bilge area and under any possible water collection spots. All dry! No leaks. Like a review on the internet says "the Bayliner Buccaneers are hulled with an overkill fiberglass and wood sandwich." Guess this turtle has a mighty shell! 🐢 The engine quit half way and though I hoisted the sails there was no wind to carry us and we drifted until we could get the motor going again. Don had me help level his dock as a favor returned. Im inside Tortuga now, fighting off the heat, sweating like a pig, drank all my water and some from Don and MBs cabin. Their dog Cooper died last year at age eight from cancer in his pancreas, poor baby had to be euthanized. Rest in peace Cooper. 😙 Cant wait to freshen up in this deep cool water. Took a photo of a brown water snake sunbathing on my dock and got attacked by a giant wasp. Everyday is always so eventful. I think Ill bake some loaves of bread for my rescuers tonight, and Ill pay the fishermen a 40 spot for his efforts and gas. Dave bought me 50 feet of chain and a Bruce anchor, world renowned for awesome hold and fast dig in. People are great! Always ask for help!

8: I left that god forsaken swamp at a race against the wind for a good wind break cove called Whitlow Point on the Bay of Quinte. Saw a Bald Eagle? 🦅 And swam a bit with a great white swan to cool off from the squelching sun. Yesterday, a brown water snake🐉 tried to get in my boat, I grabbed it by the neck to avoid his teeth and tossed it overboard. Luckily we dont have many poisonous snakes in Canada, he nearly got past the door and into my kitchen! I got my new anchor, a Bruce, and bolted everything together with a shackle and locking wire. This thing is mighty, and HEAVY along with 50' of chain and three wicked teeth. "Your ground tackle is gold, most important piece of equipment on your boat." Hope I dont lose it like the last two. Its nice I have my precious plants with me now, if a pirate's treasure is gold then mine is my plants. 🪴 Swans are huge! And so soft, a perfect clean white. Amazing, quiet, graceful. 🦢 I whipped a wasp midair with a fly swatter as it was trying to get in mah home and it shot out the back end of Tortuga like a bullet with the force of the hit, the thing landed on the water about 10 feet away... 😳 Its buzzin and making tiny ripples on the water. Fish food? 🐝 Kinda felt bad but I dont think wasps pollinate do they? They sting though so no thanks mr wasp 😤. Im pulling my skin off in sheets, its like plastic wrap but soft and thinner, full of holes where the hairs were. Its scary to see part of your body falling off. Ill make it my mission to never get sunburnt again.... 😔 Todays dinner: mashed avocado in a can of veggies and water. Honestly, for a poor man's meal, twas yum. Though maybe hunger makes everything delicious. Someone was shooting off fire works before night, strange time to see lights but fun to watch 😁

9: Earth has coughed up a spray of clouds and grey all over, the sky is gone, so is the sun. Spooky and chilled. Saw a beaver or ground hog swim by and the head of a snapping turtle up for air. Sailed over to Deseronto in unreliable spurts between hard wind and stillness. Got used to "beam reach" sailing as most of the wind was hitting my left side. My new anchor seems to be solid against this pretty angry afternoon wind and a crap ton of weeds, 🌿🦠🌿🦠🌿🦠🦠 I had to swim through them. It was like running through ropes, getting tied up. They arent slimy at all, kinda rough actually. I ended up ripping them out with my hands to pull me through the water. After a raft trip from boat to shore hitched a ride with dad to napanee for groceries (couple of soymilks and tomatoes to fight skin cancer from that basty sunburn on my shoulders) and movie downloads... I paddled back to Tortuga, deflated Squirt and realized, I forgot my charger in dad's car. Unwilling to reinflate my dinghy again I put on full cover clothes and treaded through the wet jungle and back with my cord between my teeth like an otter on its back. The water is warm now for swimming, ... or at least warm by a Canadian guy's standards 😋 🇨🇦. May long weekend and theres beautiful fireworks to watch, Im laying on her shell watching the explosions of red gold silver, the chinese really did gift the world a wonderful surprise 🎆 A guy has been flying a remote controlled yellow airplane over the water and just swooped in over Tortuga. Did a couple nose dives and flips, this guy is skilllllll. Thought it would get caught in my mast.... wires? Calm night, did I mention there were about 40 little turtles huddled up on a floating line? 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 Very cute 😍. My clothes are bungied up on the boom to dry overnight, starting to get real comfy living aboard 😄. Wow, admiring my tanned feet, they are hot, especially after swimming. Lookin FINEEEE 🔥. Wish my sexy twink was sucking my toes or massaging them.... Having pizza and watching a movie on the couch now, talk later! 😌

10: Dark skies today, blue swollen clouds blanketing the sky and a wind that whistles and howls and shakes my ship relentlessly. I only hope my anchor is strong enough to fight this angry sky. ... JUST RAN OUTSIDE, heard a god awful boom! Wind got fierce and screaming, BATTON THE HATCHES AND HOLD OUT! 🌫 Its going to be a long, scary day.

So the wind has finally died down and seeing that its safe to crawl out of my tunnel, I started uncovering my sails and attached the jib to set sail to napanee and dock. Unfortunately, the wind wasnt the only thing that died today... my battery failed to start up the engine 🔋. My spirits dropped, stressed and dismay again. How could so many things go wrong in such a short span of time?? The engine let out pathetic barks like a sick dog until I gave up on it. After some phone calls I realized that A: batteries are luxury items for people too lazy to start the engine by hand and prefer to sit and press a button. and B: You can start an engine without a battery and instead manually by yanking on the cord. So, with a little muscle, the engine started... of course; but alas by the time I figured that out I had run low on daylight and the action plan turned miraculously into a 'sit inside and wait another 12 hours' plan. Determined to not suck out the last drop of battery juice from the supply for my emergency radio, which was depressingly displaying "BATTERY LOW", Ive strapped a flashlight to the bow, a camp lantern to the mast, placed the red and green and again, locked up for the night. 🌫🌙

Side note: Dont leave the toilet open ever, it took a whole load of laundry detergent and concentrated peppermint oil soap to destroy the smell... time for a sewage pump out I suppose? Though the level line still marks green as in "GO🚽". Status: Perpetually confused.

P.p.s. on May 26th, in three days, the wind is going to be worse than it was today, I cant imagine that 😳🌪. I need to find shelter, fast. I wonder if writing this Captain's Journal keeps me sane? Or do I just hope for attention from whoever reads this? 🤔 Probably both... Anywho, back to movies. Lots of em. Canned peas SUCK. Listening to the crack of fireworks outside. 🎆

11. Woke up groggy and my eyes sealed shut... Alaine met me last night around midnight, I docked, ripped off handfulls of weeds from chain and a stuck anchor and gave him my battery to charge overnight. Now I've got some juice and my little Johnson 9.9 is hummin again. 😌 Babe got a job, or at least he's training for a job. Im so proud of him, finally getting the things he wants, no more waiting. Met a fisherman named Wayne Matthews who caught 5 Walleye, he'll eat them tonight. Yum 🐟

12. The past week or so I've been docked at the napanee springside park dock, the motor in was shallow and full of weeds, swans, a tipi and a luxurious cliff side stone mansion 😳. At ropes Ive ripped out the 50 year old orange carpet and gross ceiling plastic on the port side interior of Tortuga, sorry T gotta do it, yer ugly as hell in there. Her fiberglass is exposed, looks alright too. Will be painting her belly white, the paint is called "White White" so I guess thats as true of the color as I can get. ⬜ Humming over to Deseronto, just at the mouth into the Bay, I witnessed a display of millions of bright flashing diamonds dancing on the water's surface. 💎🔹️💠🔷️💎 Wow, incredible. Never before seen, and now Ive seen it, the jewels of the blue. Wore my leather Captain's Hat all day, handmade up north in the small town of Saint-hippolyte, Québec by a man who loves whisky and ostriches. It feels good to wear it, comfortable now, like its meant to be there on my head. 🎩 Im anchored today in the same ropey sea forest off the dock in Dez, we'll see what comes next 👀.

13. Out from the dark blue forest, a writhing beast realed its nasty head, slithering through the calm of the black night waters it came for me, then dove deep into its ropes and slime. Holding my lantern up high over the blue-now black waters at twilight I saw it come again twice, three times and then took my leave. Ive heard legends of a Loch Ness monster, could this be one and the same?

14. Some weeks later... Tacking 31 times is a long arduous task and I dare say I wish never to do it again.

15. The spring rains have not ceased to pour on my humble abode and though I pray, to no particular faith, for the dry belly of my sweet Tortuga, I fear that the 7+ crying windows will lead to an eventual and destined soggy carpet.

16. Perhaps a week again aft? I have picked a million strawblurbs and am now bloated and dizzy with the sweetness of this summer harvest. One particular berry was so sweet I smiled in delight of it. To say I were gay would be an understatement! Another though put me into remiss and I banished it from my mouth with a splat and the most convincing grimace as to threaten the plant which dared to bare such a fruit.

My ship awaits me off the Port of "North" and the tip of Quinte Point, I saw her once a night and her lights a bobbin in the dark as if a triad of stars welcoming me, missing me, and scared alone on the water some kilometer away.

17. Grass corns waving at me in the soft blow of night, not a grasp on my mind can justify my fright. Glow dots bouncing on shadow, unbeknownst to they is the hollow ground below. The winds rage on an invisible lake and the waves roar, so fierce are they that I cant repress my memory of a lost Tortuga, an army of fishermen and a ghastly rough day.

18. After nearly a fortnight Ive journeyed to the very beach I first paddled a'shore to Trenton in North Port and began the long paddle to Tortuga under the growl and boom of a gang of dark clouds. Upon nearly a quarter of way to her a rod struck the water with such might it was if the sky had been divided in two by the purest blinding white light and my father hollered out from ashore "COME BACK!". Twas a good thing too for Squirt blew her belly out and was on her way to Davy Jone's Locker. I fear no patch can save her and will be in the market for a replacement. Meanwhile I count my lucky stars that I hadn't been fried into a straight man on that electric lake of fire.

19. A canoe that's seen better days was my ferry to Tortuga after a month of her isolation through lightning storms and tornadoes. Ive been to the family cottage thrice I believe since last seeing my ship and drove around many cities in between buying food, soaps, and treasures. Aboard, a swarm of strange looking black faced gulls circle overhead, curious as to what I might be doing on their likely established perch. My poor ship is full of spiderwebs, notably a funnel web on deck in the loop of a lay rope which is home to a tarantula like brown spider. All around she is polka dotted with brown gunk, musty as an old man's basement and well, surprisingly, despite a counted seven good leaks in a many windows, dry. After an inpection of the bow below I found her utterly void of the murky puddle I had assumed would be there. No, alas after wind and storm and monsoon Id say, my beloved Tortuga has forbidden any and all water from penetrating her shell. I am awe stricken.

I am all too familiar with the howl of the south westerly wind and the waves rolling and plopping up against her belly and the rattle and whipping of my mast and halliards but, this time, I find my breath shortened, my chest heavy and constricted and a fear. An indescribable nervousness inside this ship that has me uneasy. Ive been scared heartless twice with the shadow of a tree disguising itself as a dark figure boarding a-stern. What is this uneasy whisper? This clenching of my gut and pulling of air from my lungs? I best distract myself. Of course as with any night aboard, I hear buzzing. But, as the critter lands on the word 'wind' of my screen, to my mind's surprise it is not the oft visiting mosquito but a well fattened... may fly? Perhaps? Seems almost a ghost of a fly. So pale. It is raining a second time, light, scattered drops. It is quite an other worldly feeling to live aboard an old boat in a vast and mysterious water.

Anyway lets not bore you with flies and shells and seven good leaks dry, and the ghastly screams of the blue and the white. I should sleep. And so I shall. Perhaps in a few minutes... I hear a voice.

It is night and I see an orange blurred V glowing through my window. I climb up the creaky steps and find my binoculars. My head pops out from the hatch and my hazel eyes peer into the antique glass to see a huge fire, reaching its flame out in every direction. Around it three or five boys my age perhaps or older are standing there, talking loudly, drinking beers and discussing women of interest I presume. One of them lifts his shirt off and drops for an attempt at a pushup. Maybe there is a girl there too and it is a courtship, a display of strength, however clumsy. My mind displays a rather proud scene before my eyes of a forest ablaze and a plume of smoke overhead and I worry for a second that they have died in the fire and that I should sail away before Im next. But then I realize that it is only my imagination. And of course now. My logic is telling the child in me to sleep. I guess this is goodnight.

20. I sailed off from Northport to the Napanee Docks with the wind in my back and flying her colors for the first time. Not the flag but the colorful red and orange genniker, looks like a fire on the water when she's up. Before the Deseronto-Prince Edward County bridge a mid sized yacht charged me full speed and displaced a tsunami of water towards my vessel. In a panic I dropped the sails and rushed back to deck to pull the ropes tight and steer her nose-first down into the swallowing abyss of a wave so dark and deep it towered over Tortuga and smashed her poor body before lifting her up again and dropping her midair. She performed a horrific belly flop and if she could have cried Id imagine her to be doing so still now, wailing and begging for it to be over. Doesnt he know he could have killed me? He could have drowned us easily if I hadnt have been quick enough and we'd been struck a-port, we'd have rolled over, belly up, and sunk in that massive swell.

Im docked at last in Napanee, pushed once again by the wind with the flaming sail of the genniker and Tortuga rests now tied firmly by 5 lines to a goose poop littered dock. She doesnt seem to mind however and I get to put my broom to good use brushing off all the partly digested logs of algae and sea life back into the water.

21. Ive gutted a good portion of Tortuga's old belly and begun painting her a clean fresh white inside, and the illusion of added space is setting in. I poke my head out of the cabin ever minute for a gasp of air. Apparently white paint contains crystaline silica, and as luxurious as that sounds, it causes cancer. Doesnt everything nowadays?

22. ...Months later and winter is nearly upon us. Blue glimmer rolling atop a frigid deep blue. Like mother of pearl. The sky, liquified on the water, its mesmerizing.

23. Days are cloudier now, there's no exception at Stillwater Basin, a cut into the land where the boats hide from crushing ice and current. Interesting people here. Shirtless hairy men with huge netted ships and chin beards. Some of the vessels tucked away in this tranquil marine community have wide wooden hulls. One is intricately painted and sculpted at the bow to show a breasted figure attached to colorful beams. Another ship looks as though a full tree had been raised and cut to form the mast, the sailor fits the lumberjack description too. Everyone either has an accent ( I met a british sailor lady ), is young, dumb and very tanned to almost brown, hairy and old and alone or all of the above. These are a whole new breed of people. They seem wild, and the night before, with still water, I saw them dining under candlelight. So peaceful, tranquil. The kind of peace that pulls on my hearts strings when I see it, and the same feeling of freedom, warmth and... purest happiness that I felt laying aboard my little Tortuga.

Smoky (I adopted a dog), who is both Canadian Labrador, a powerful web pawed natural swimmer and Border Collie, a protective herding dog, slept most of the way from Deseronto to here. He's already comfortable with sailing and Id say he's got his sea legs. He's guarding his human from the man eating seagulls swooping overhead.

Ill be scrubbin the sea spray and anchor muck off of Tortuga today and dropping her mast. In 4 days she gets lifted out for the winter.

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linernotesandseasons · 3 years ago

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“These are the stars & these are the seas / well, these are the places that we're lucky just to be between… This is our bed & these are our sheets / this is the plant & these are the seeds / these are the places that we’re lucky just to be between… It takes a lifetime to ever figure out that there / there ain't no lifetime that's ever figured out… These are my eyes & these are my feet / well, these are some places that I'm lucky just to be between… These are the stars & these are the seas / these are some places that I’m lucky just to be between…” • What a special special show last night with Modest Mouse at the Mission Ballroom! I’ve seen them a few times. but last nights’ set was by far my favorite. Ecstatic, cathartic, unpredictable, loose, & fucking fun! It was so so great to make friends, learn folks’ favorite MM deep cuts, and then dance & sweat & sing together! • I’m also posting some of my personal concert journal collage entries from the last time I saw Modest Mouse at red rocks last September! Collage materials from @thevioletaveline’s magical modest mouse UV tarot deck, all my old favorite MM albums, some pics from @flutelistener’s photography book, and some random llama stickers that seemed to fit the vibe haha! Modest Mouse has been a fav since probably right after high school, and after last night’s set, I will go see them every time they play in Denver. Such a special show! • SETLIST (if you’re curious…) The World at Large 🌍 Fuck Your Acid Trip 🌧 Missed the Boat ⛵️ Lampshades on Fire 🔥 Ocean Breathes Salty 🌊 Never Fuck A Spider On The Fly 🕷 Trailer Trash ❄️ The Tortoise & the Tourist 🐢 This Devil’s Workday 🪕 🪵 Satin In A Coffin 🪕 ⚰️ Japanese Trees 🇯🇵 🌲 Perfect Disguise 🪜 Trucker’s Atlas 🗺 🌎 Float On 🤙🏻🛟⚓️🏖💧🤿🏄🏻‍♂️🚣🏻‍♂️ We Are Between ✨ We’re Lucky ✨ 🌊 🛌 🌱 �� 🦶 Spitting Venom 🐍 (encore) 3rd Planet 🌍 🌎 🌏 Wooden Soldiers 🌊 Sugar Boats 🚤 Styrofoam Boots/It’s All Nice On Ice, Alright 🧊 👢 Dramamine 🏔⚓️🚀 Shit Luck ✈️ 🚤 🏭 🔥 • #modestmouse #sleepwalkin’ #we’re lucky #I’m lucky #trailertrash #styrofoamboots #concertjournal #musicmusicmusic (at Mission Ballroom) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd9KnqdFhJd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#modestmouse #sleepwalkin #we #i #trailertrash #styrofoamboots #concertjournal #musicmusicmusic

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deerajsoni · 3 years ago

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⛵️Party boat is available for join trip now!!!⚓️ Tuesday and Wednesday full day to Koh Mudsum(pig island)⚓️2,500 THB per person 🤑2 level beautifully designed platform- boat with many areas for guest: sun decks, sun beds, bean chairs. The bar Equipped with high quality, powerful sound system. Experienced team include professional chef and bartender and 30 years experienced captain. The music does not focus only on the mainstream, it is here to create a relaxed atmosphere while guests are embracing the seascape. Party boat hosts by our resident DJs to keep the vibe fun and fresh. Pig Island is famous for having white sandy beaches and views of the Koh Samui coastline. Invite you to enjoy their serenity, their clean sand, and their clear and calm waters. An adventure-filled day visiting Koh Tan for a refreshing swim or snorkeling. • Visit the famous pigs on Pig Island, you can take pictures, feed, and play with these pigs and enjoy the spectacular scenery of the island. • Soak yourself in the sunlight and walking on the white sand beach to explore the beautiful beach.Full Day Cruise09:00-10:00 Hotel Pick up10:00-10:30 Pier Check in 10:30-12:00 Pig Island (Koh Mat Sum)12:00-13:00 Lunch Thai Buffet13:00-15:00 Snorkeling & Haven Party 16:00-17:00 Drop to HotelInclusive ofInsuranceHotel TransferThai Buffet Lunch1 Bottle of WaterSafe BoxExperienced Guide (English&Thai)🛖Bar is available for serving you onboard 🍷🥃🍸🍹For more details visit: https://oceanselitecharters.com/

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eventcharts · 6 years ago

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Guirec Soudée Adventure, December 15th, 2018

Voilà maintenant 1 mois que nous avons mis pieds et pattes à terre, on l’a fait notre tour du monde les amis !!!! 🤗⛵️ 🌊 🌍 🐔🎉

We arrived in our beautiful Brittany after 5 years of travelling from the North Pole to the South Pole. I still have trouble realizing that we have completed this incredible adventure.

We must admit that it wasn't easy...

When I was younger, school was boring for me, it took a total of 13 schools before I realized that it definitely wasn't for me, the baccalauréat, no I don’t have it... I was gone fishing.

I felt like I was wasting my time.

I have always kept that one dream in mind: to sail around the world.

But for that, I needed a boat.

A month after I stopped school, I took a one-way ticket to Australia even though I didn't know a word of English and I didn't have a penny in my pocket. I spent my first nights sleeping on the street before I found my first job. First in fruit harvesting and then in fishing, a year of intensive work on deck 20 hours a day. I even ended up as first mate, quite proud to manage 8 pirates from the top of my 18 years old.

At 20 years old, I return to France with my well-deserved money to finally make my dream come true and buy this long-awaited sailing boat.

Now I have to learn how to manoeuvre it, but don't worry, I've been windsurfing, it's quite the same, isn't it?

I thought I made a great deal buying Yvinec, but I'm disillusioned! The list of problems is growing to the point of failing to sink 3 weeks before departure because of the corrosion eating the hull.

Everybody warns me:

"Be careful Guirec you can't leave like that, it's suicide, you have to do a whole refit on your boat, it's going to take time and money"... good for me, I don't have either of them.

I fill in the holes temporarily. There are always good excuses for not leaving,So I decide to keep the departure, the adventure can finally begin.

The stopovers follow one another: Spain, Portugal, Madeira, Selvagem Island, Canary Islands. It was there that I fell in love with a pretty redhead. That's how Monique, the most adventurous of all chicks, gets on board with me.

Together we cross the Atlantic in 28 days and 25 Eggs!

We arrive in Saint-Barthélemy, with 60 cents in our pockets but still a dozen eggs so no stress... life is beautiful!

At that time, all small jobs are good to take: gardener, flower delivery man, beach attendant, waiter, and finally windsurfing teacher.

My objective, to refloat the dashboard to equip and solidify Yvinec. Together, we will soon face the seas of the world and the ice of the poles.

On this crystal clear water, in the shade of the coconut trees, I was far from imagining what was waiting for us!

A year later, we are ready and heading for Greenland via the Virgin islands, Bermuda, Canada, St. Pierre and Miquelon. The thermometer is dropping at full speed, icebergs, aurora borealis, here we go...

At 23 years old, another of my dreams come true: wintering for more than 130 days on the edge of the Arctic Circle, stuck in the floes without any means of communication, with only 36 kilos of rice and eggs ( from Monique) to survive. The first day is the most beautiful day of my life, I scream my joy, no one is there to hear it. I am the only one in the world in this nature that is untouched by any human imprint.

My happiness is short-lived, a fisherman comes to see me and announces the death of my father, a heart attack. I don't believe it, it's a nightmare. I have no choice, I have to turn this pain into strength. I'm not alone anymore, my father is with me.

I am busy surviving in a setting that looks like the end of the world. Nature constantly mistreats us. Outside the feeling is regularly -60 degrees, it is permanently dark, icebergs crush against the hull of the boat when it is not the drifting ice that exerts so much pressure that it deforms.

There is nothing to eat, I lose 12 kilos and survive thanks to Monique who will lay 106 eggs.

I'll pass you the dozens of other damages...

The following summer, I became the youngest sailor and Monique the first hen in the world to cross the famous Northwest Passage alone. It connects the North Atlantic to the North Pacific through the Arctic ice. We sail slowly, under a sun that never dies, through narwhals, ice floes and polar bears.

32 days later, we arrive in Alaska, then in Canada, in California, but the call from the open sea is too strong.

We cross the Pacific from San Francisco to Antarctica in 80 days at sea through the mythical 40, 50 and 60ths latitudes. We are going through a series of storms, evolving in hollows that I only knew from books. The elements are roughing us up, even laying the boat down several times.

Antarctica opens its doors to us, albatrosses and penguins welcome us by dancing on icebergs.

Cap Horn, here we are !! but we must leave before bad seasons catch up with us, so we're heading now for South Africa. The storms are getting stronger and stronger, I find myself facing drifting pieces of ice floes, twice the size of Paris, and even stronger sea. The autopilot no longer holds, I can't let go of the helm but I'm cold and I'm getting tired. I go back inside the boat that's when Yvinec turns around in chaos, off South Georgia island. Miraculously Yvinec straighten up, we are unharmed ( or almost).

We arrive as best we can in South Africa, the time for the necessary repairs and we must already leave for St Helena, Fernando De Noronha, French Guyana.... The Caribbean again, then heading for Brittany for a late Atlantic crossing that got me to shelter the Azores for the passage of a storm of anthology, not to mention the breakage as Brittany approached!

As I write these lines, I am happy to tell you that through determination, hard work and a good dose of nerve. I have realized my most beautiful dream! I am often told that I am very lucky, it is true I admit it but luck is provoked! You have to go for it, give yourself the means to achieve your ambitions and believe in it until the end! I hope my trip will push those who have a dream but lack confidence and do not dare to leave their comfort behind, to realize it! To go for it, to go after your dreams is to see heaven!

We've grown up, we've aged, we've changed a little bit too. It must be said that on Yvinec, we have stored stories and memories over these 45,000 nautical miles.

Thank you all for following us around the world 💙

Cheers to life !

Guirec & Momo https://www.facebook.com/GuirecSoudeeAventurier/posts/1209972669149758?__tn__=K-R

À demain les amis on compte sur vous !!!!!!!!!! https://www.facebook.com/GuirecSoudeeAventurier/videos/189889898632977/

Crédit photo: Likka Photographie

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