While you're balancing hot toddies, warm blankets, cold medicine and your keyboard, you start to think. Not about divorce, surprisingly, but what it takes to be a captain. I've seen a few Capt. Ahabs. They yell, a lot. Some give orders then push you aside to do it themselves as they hitch up their macho britches. Some are strictly by the book while others couldn't find the book if it were stuffed inside a certain body cavity.
My captain is quick to jump in the water to untangle lines when somebody accidentally runs over a crab trap. He's smart enough to figure out how to undo the spinnaker when the wind start gusting and you're hurling along at 9 kts. And he can make a darn good cup of hot chocolate, even when the waves are bucking like a bronco.
So I think I'll stay the course.
My captain is quick to jump in the water to untangle lines when somebody accidentally runs over a crab trap. He's smart enough to figure out how to undo the spinnaker when the wind start gusting and you're hurling along at 9 kts. And he can make a darn good cup of hot chocolate, even when the waves are bucking like a bronco.
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