I’m not gonna lie, the choices for what to do this weekend are kinda tough for a homebody like me. But if I do have to choose, I think I’d go with sailing a small sailboat for the weekend, you know, to experience the whole pirate thing, even though I’ll not be doing any pirate-related stuff. Besides drinking, of course. Because, O, whiskey is the life of man, whiskey for my Johnny O! ( I hope at least some of you got the song reference right there.)
My fascination with this sailing and boats is not anything new, with my childhood spent reading adventure novels. But because of the fear I have of the sea itself, I try my best to steer clear of watery surfaces. Still, taking to mind that I don’t fear the endless sabbath of liquid death, sailing seems like a nice thing to do. I do like staring at the vast blue for hours end, and my last trip to the beach had been one of the most peaceful trips of my life, so yeah, why not give the old blue lady a chance? We might even get along well if things go smoothly.
I’ll rent out a small boat, call up some of my friends, buy some booze to keep things buzzing and head out without a care. I’ll wear a fishermen’s cap and jacket, some kickass shades and a lot of sunscreens. With fishing rods in one hand and beer in another, the lads and I can pass our time singing weird shanties as we try our luck at catching fish. Just a chill afternoon, you know. In the evening the trip will turn into a quiet endeavour, with everyone nodding off or gazing at the purple sky as the sun sets on the horizon. Maybe one of my friends will bring a guitar, and we will have some quiet music sessions. As I know close to nothing about boats, I’ll try my hand at learning from the captain and see if I’m any good at it. And, as I’m a total romantic and idiot at heart, I might even try to find the north star Polaris, and then proceed to think I’m back in the time when compasses didn’t exist, smiling like a loon as I daydream.
Honestly, I will be a pretty useless crewmember and a student. By the time the trip is over, the captain might be downright annoyed at me for my continuous questions and lack of skills. But who cares really. I will have the time of my life in that boat singing What shall we do with a drunken sailor, while being drunk out of my mind myself.
And a weigh, heigh, up she rises,
Weigh, heigh, up she rises,
Weigh, heigh, up she rises,
Early in the morning….