Location: underway

How glad we are to be back on passage! Boomer always says, “land makes you soft,” and we usually sort of shrug him off and say, “yeah, whatever, crazy Capt. Boomer’s just in love with the ocean.” Maybe that’s true, but I know I felt a weight lift from my shoulders when Eliot made it back from the last battle with Ghalib-ian beaurocracy, and we could hoist the dinghy back on board. This may have something to do with the fact that I was skipper du jour and therefore responsible for walking around with a clipboard, checking things off, looking official, and stressing, but I’m inclined to think we all heaved a sigh. Desert air out, sea air in, call up a breeze, and lo! My watch team and a few newly showered shipmates (the water’s getting colder- showers= balmy side of near arctic) got to raise the sails. It’s good to feel the line tickling my new calluses, good to see the sails fill to the shape of broken seashells. If you hold them to your ear, you’ll hear the ocean. The stars tonight will be brighter than the dock lights in Port Ghalib, I assure you. I won’t need to make treasure hunts to play pirate or paper schooners and snowflakes to keep my hands busy. I love passages. Skipper Keely, signing out for the last time- the job wheel has begun its final rotation.