The Mariner.

[Kitosdad]

The night I joined the "Goodhope" was the worst night imaginable for weather.

This was to be my first night at sea and I couldn't have chosen a worse one for my maiden voyage.

I had always longed to go to sea, and when the Captain said he was looking for a deck-hand I was delighted to take the position.
I had for so very long dreamed of going to sea, and in spite of my Mother's protestation about the many dangers I might encounter, I was determined to sign-on as deckhand to the Goodhope.

When I arrived at our berth the sea appeared mountainous.
My heart sank into my new sea-boots, and I hoped that perhaps we would put off casting-off our mooring ropes and venturing forth in such arduous conditions, but Captain Jenkins was a seasoned old sea-dog, and a little bad weather wasn't going to put him off.

"Get for'ard lad and cast off. It may be a bit heavy but we will get through all right, never fear. I've sailed in far worse conditions than this and never lost a man in twenty-two years."

His words sounded mighty brave for someone who would be spending the entire trip in a warm wheelhouse, while I had to walk the decks on this floating nightmare.
He'd be snug in there with his cocoa and his pipe, but I wouldn't even be able to have a smoke on this god-forsaken deck.

I huddled behind the wheelhouse as we gently nudged into the swell.
We didn't seem to be making any headway against this heaving tide, but I knew that we were as we slowly passed the other anchored ships in the bay.

As my legs started to become accustomed to the swaying deck I felt the first signs of my uneasy stomach relaying to my landlubbers brain that I was about to be sea-sick.

Luckily for me the Captain was unable to see me heaving my insides at the rear of the boat. I felt terrible.

How long would I have to endure this nausea and feeling of dying?.
Not too long I hoped.
We forged slowly ahead and I realised that we were making headway in spite of the heavily rolling seas.

My eyes were being stung by the spray being whipped up by the gusting winds. I felt cold, wet, and sick.

Maybe I should have listened to my Mother's warnings after all.
I really felt bitter toward the whole world.
This isn't how I had imagined life at sea, oh no, not at all.

The Captain rang the heavy bell and the ramp slowly lowered into the water and slid up the landing platform. I rushed forward and cast the mooring-line around the huge steel capstan.
I opened the boarding gates and the two solitary cars drove off the ferry.

I turned to face the wheelhouse and the Captain gave me a cheery thumbs-up sign.
He'd make a sailor of me yet!

Kitos.
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[Kiprida]

Wonderful!!

I was 9-10 years old when asked my father to take me somewhere in the evening.And he took me to the boulevard, a huge park situated on the seaside of the Caspian Sea in Baku. There were many boats. He looked at me and asked, if I wanted a sea trip.Of course I wanted. It was probably for 30-40 minutes. We sat on benchs in a closed part and from window I could see a run and seaweed.Then we moved to the front section, and after several years I can remember the blue harmony of the sky and the Caspian Sea and voice of sea-gulls.
Years later when we bought tickets for such a trip with my groupmates I was afraid when we moved off the land and I thought, I would never get back :)

I don't know why, but I remembered all these when read your story.

Thanks,

~Phoebe
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