What Makes a Skilled Sailor? | Poal: Say what you want.

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First off, you HAVE to be alive. Second, you HAVE to have sailed a boat yourself. BLAMO, you're in until you DIE (not skilled).

Winslow Homer painted a revealing protrait of a nigger sailing that hung in my elementary school.

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How do you feel now that you believe that you're right?

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Indifferent. Ambivalent. Apathetic. Hot. Not a big deal when you're me.

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Based.

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I AIM to please.

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Yeah but no

You don't go at sea when weather is bad, no matter how skilled you are, that's sailing 101

Plenty of skilled sailors die every year by infringing upon that basic rule, and sometimes they also drag the rescue team with them under the sea

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once steered through a storm in a 700ft oiler, tore off linereels, messed up the wenchdecks and we never found the long antenna whip.

I was actually driving when we entered the storm, on the helm. We knew we were gonna go through it but it was the XOs notion to save time and get home quicker. We made it ok but it was widely regarded as a bad choice.

I knew this watch would be 'different' when I saw the massive swells. The bridge is about 4 stories above the focsle (forecastle) and you can just barely see the nose and anchor chain from the helm. You can see the little (huge) steel hole it hangs through, the bullnose.

Usually, you dont look at the bullnose much, you just see the water and blue. I saw clouds through it as the front of the ship turned into a giant fucking 'sea'-saw. Its a strange feel to the helm when in this position, but oddly enough you can still guide your floating skyscraper fairly well until it comes back down in front (and up in aft). About halfway down, you start to question the wisdom in coming down at all, as the overall weight and momentum becomes remarkably clear to your puckered butthole.

The bullnose literally smashes into the ocean, turning the oiler into a temporary submarine, I honestly never thought about the ships ability to do this, and still stand amazed, having seen through the bridge windows, which I assume must be glass tempered with raw kryponite, the spout that was forced through the bullnose as we smashed back into the sea. It rushed up and hit the windows, like a carwash, in a hurricane. The bridge lookouts had long ago been brought inside and thats a good thing, because they would have been stone dead. I believe no one was outside the skin of the ship during the entire evolution. No one was missing after, so they mustve been.

I thought we would die and the windows or ship would break, but it did not so I kept cruisin. After awhile it got easy, when we came up the anchorchain would JUMP and slam back down on the deck as the jacks pulled them back down. Back in port, they had to prop the space below it up with i-beams cuz the roof was bent in.

Yea dont drive into storms, go around.

once steered through a storm in a 700ft oiler, tore off linereels, messed up the wenchdecks and we never found the long antenna whip. I was actually driving when we entered the storm, on the helm. We knew we were gonna go through it but it was the XOs notion to save time and get home quicker. We made it ok but it was widely regarded as a bad choice. I knew this watch would be 'different' when I saw the massive swells. The bridge is about 4 stories above the focsle (forecastle) and you can just barely see the nose and anchor chain from the helm. You can see the little (huge) steel hole it hangs through, the bullnose. Usually, you dont look at the bullnose much, you just see the water and blue. I saw clouds through it as the front of the ship turned into a giant fucking 'sea'-saw. Its a strange feel to the helm when in this position, but oddly enough you can still guide your floating skyscraper fairly well until it comes back down in front (and up in aft). About halfway down, you start to question the wisdom in coming down at all, as the overall weight and momentum becomes remarkably clear to your puckered butthole. The bullnose literally smashes into the ocean, turning the oiler into a temporary submarine, I honestly never thought about the ships ability to do this, and still stand amazed, having seen through the bridge windows, which I assume must be glass tempered with raw kryponite, the spout that was forced through the bullnose as we smashed back into the sea. It rushed up and hit the windows, like a carwash, in a hurricane. The bridge lookouts had long ago been brought inside and thats a good thing, because they would have been stone dead. I believe no one was outside the skin of the ship during the entire evolution. No one was missing after, so they mustve been. I thought we would die and the windows or ship would break, but it did not so I kept cruisin. After awhile it got easy, when we came up the anchorchain would JUMP and slam back down on the deck as the jacks pulled them back down. Back in port, they had to prop the space below it up with i-beams cuz the roof was bent in. Yea dont drive into storms, go around.

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Damn dude... TELL ME MORE! That was a great little story. You should post some on s/boats. I'm making a little wooden sailboat and hoping to learn this summer.

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This is not the ship, but it was the same kind as. Roughly 600 people aboard, Deck dept handled the rigging, watchstanding and painting, was about 300 of us. You havent lived until you've hung over the side at 13knots. Ships like this dont exist in the Navy anymore, but the merchant marines have em (civilian sealift command)

When I rotated watch I was used to it already, but someone I had been at sea with for years, stumbled out in front of me, stopped, wobbled and then puked right on the deck. I chuckled, suggested he clean it up before someone slipped, and I laughed as I relieved the next station.

After the storm our linereel was ripped off and landed on the wench deck (center area full of big wenches(machines not hookers)) and trashed several wench stations. The linereel, is for hauser/hawser mooring line, its fucking big, like something goliath would use as a spool of thread, solid steel and its on 2 arms so it can spin (not so easily) and we store the lines on them. The 2 solid steel arms were not just bent, but bent back flat against the bulkhead, like it was nothing.

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The fatal moment often happens close to the coast, 2 years ago or so, a fisherman and the entire rescue team got wiped out like that, and they weren't rookies

The guy knew it was a bad idea to go out fishing during a freaking storm, but I guess he had to... And that's how you get a dozen of dead in one go