Thursday, December 20, 2012

Seventeen Fifty-Eight

Late in the trip from Tenerife I walked up to the cockpit. The entire crew, Moira, Sarah and Jessica where there. I said "we will jibe at seventeen fifty-eight. They all acknowledged my statement. As I settled into my normal spot in the cockpit and started telling another of my (typically inane) stories I noticed that Moira was on one winch, Jessica on the other, and Sarah was at the wheel. I thought this a bit strange but continued my tale. Finally one of them said to me: "Is 18:02." I said OK, we will jibe at seventeen fifty-eight. At that point it dawned on everyone that they thought I was talking about time and I was talking about N17 58.0 latitude. Good communication is so hard.

Fair winds and following seas.

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