"Have you ever sailed before?" asked the serious looking navigator for our crew.
"I'm going to say no." Granted I have taken out a small stereophone boat in the bay and managed to get it going, steer, and come back to shore, but considering that I was awakened less than an hour ago by thunder and raindrops rattling my bedroom window, I just went with no.
After receiving what I initially thought was a fake invitation from my co-worker to go sailing, I was excited that the weekend came to sail to Catalina. Walking up to the sailboat, the captain and his wife were so sweet, ensuring I had warm enough clothes and making me feel comfortable.
As we were leaving the slip, the captain's wife hollered "Be safe and go fast!"
I turned to my friend with confusion, "Go fast?"
"It's a regatta, we're racing to Catalina," he replied as he walked about the deck ensuring all the lines were in the correct positioning.
After speeding towards the horizon and fighting for first place, the captain anchored the sailboat and we climbed ashore for a barbeque and drinks. As the night eased upon us, the lights of the mainland shined as we watched people dance to really bad music. I asked my friend if this was the life of a sailor and he confirmed.
I've always wanted to learn to sail ever since my grandfather took me out on his motorboats. Seeing the sailboats fly by with the sails being tugged and pulled, made me somewhat envious of the wind-driven arks. My wonderful weekend supplied by my fun loving co-worker and a welcoming crew pushed me to sign up for sailing lessons!
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