| Right: A view over the bowsprit of the schooner on the
way out to test the seas outside the harbor.
The sky had lightened noticeably in a short time. That's how
fast the front moved over us. The wind, however, did not abate.
Several other boats made a dash for the harbor as the front
passed. The Captain dispatched the First Mate, Pete, and Steve
in the yawl boat to assist them in finding an anchorage. The
crewmen returned drenched with rain and sea spray, but happy
to have been working instead of sitting.
We all stood by that day and part of the next, waiting for the
winds to ease and assume a more favorable direction. The yawl
boat made occasional trips to North Haven where the single general
store and its beer cooler was the main attraction for passengers.
Midmorning on Friday we set out for the mainland under reefed
sails. Once clear of the harbor, the Captain ordered the sails
unreefed and as the wind freshened somewhat, we were well under
way. At some points the boat was heeled over well enough so some
portholes were under water. Returning to my cabin on an errand,
I was surprised to find myself looking out my porthole into the
sea!
Since the wind was against us, we had to come about several
times to make Rockland. All the deck hands raced to their stations
when the First Mate yelled, "Ready 'bout!".
As she nosed about on a tack, the jibs snapped and boomed as
they caught the wind. Lines on the headsails thrashed wildly
as the Second Mate hunkered down to tame them, lest he get hit
by flying line. |