Here's the next entry in the 9 things that sailors do better (go back and read 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 if you missed them). Check this out if you want to read the original great article in Getaway on January 28 by Tyson Jopson.
5. DRESSING APPROPRIATELY
Weather app, shmeather app. Even the best ones resort to some measure of horoscopic hocus pocus and the problem is nobody has built one out of actual human bones. Sailors have bones. They have bones that tingle, crack, wobble and creak. Sailors can feel inclement weather in their bones before the weather even knows it’s feeling inclement. If you want to know what to wear for the day, find a sailor and copy what they’re wearing. Except epaulettes. Never wear the epaulettes.
Not living on my boat anymore, I am oddly out of touch with the weather living in a box on land (love my home but it's no CALIX). Although, I do tend to feel the weather since back surgery, but it's not advisable to get surgery to do that... So yes, if I'm wearing my foul weather pants - you might want to bring an umbrella.
Don’t fib. The reason you’ve never been open to the idea of bondage isn’t because it’s taboo. It’s because you’re rubbish with ropes. Tying your beau to a bedpost isn’t the same as tying a shoelace. There are safety issues. A combination of poor ropemanship and a slippery surface can turn into an emergency very quickly and nobody wants to be gnawing on a granny knot next to a blue cadaver when the police arrive. You know who knows a thing or two about knots? Sailors. They could string up a wrestler with birthday ribbon. And, more importantly, untie him afterwards.
Small beef here, 'ropesmanship' is a term used in climbing, not so much in sailing. That aside, Brad is brilliant with knots, or rather the art of 'marlinspike'. I've a few knots I can do, most of the ones any sailor should know, but it never ceases to amaze me that even the simplest of knots, like the cleat hitch, so many boaters get wrong. As Brad says, "if you can't tie a knot, tie a lot."
7. PULLING AN ALL-NIGHTER
It was the pillar of your tertiary education, but somewhere along the line the insouciance of burning the midnight oil turned to chronic anxiety. The only thing that burns in your house after midnight now is the office block you’re torching in your dreams (statistically the most satisfying dream experienced by the proletariat). Caffeine is impotent, hardcore drum and bass is discombobulating and even The Panic Monster can’t keep you awake anymore. But sailors are fuelled by something stronger than caffeine and panic combined: fear of the unknown. The ocean is a capricious mistress and much like the writers of Lost, sailors don’t always know what’s going to happen next. They’re prepared for every eventuality. And that requires being awake. ALL THE TIME.
Yes, I've been up all night aboard a boat. And even when I get a chance to sleep, there's that boat 'sense' thing going on, maybe a wind shift you feel or the way a wave hit the hull, you are not truly, fully asleep. There's not a whole lot of fear going on in the Chesapeake Bay, at least there shouldn't be, but if you lost your electronics, maybe a man down due to seasickness, and the marine traffic is bigger than you (it always is), you are always ready.
Good morning sun and good night moon!