The best way for me to share with you all my experiences from sailing across the Atlantic on the Avontuur is to post some excerpts from the journal I kept during my two months at sea. For a little background, the Avontuur is a 1920’s traditionally-rigged, two-masted gaff schooner. She’s 44 meters long with a dangerously small keel and shallow draught for a ship to be taken across the Atlantic. Especially as a cargo ship…. But that is beside the point. We all survived, right??? Haha, anyways. The whole idea is to ship cargo without using fossil fuels so the ship is equipped with wind and solar power and powered only by sails (mostly) and human-power. No winches or anything, we hauled all those ropes right over the pins by brute strength. My arms and shoulders are a bit bigger than they were in February but you’ll never hear me complain about something like that!
We were a crew of 14 (although some of the members did change halfway through) and we sailed from the Caribbean to Germany. I joined the crew in the Bahamas. They had taken organic coffee from Honduras after a lengthy voyage across the Atlantic from Germany and made their way to Roatan and then the Bahamas. After the Bahamas we sailed straight for the Azores, a one-month voyage. Then we stopped in the U.K. and Helgoland before our arrival in Bremen on April 22nd. All of this is online and all over the German news. Apparently we were a big deal or something. Haha!
On the ship we all lived in 80-cm bunks in a very small room. No such thing as privacy, the only thing between you and the others was one of the worst-constructed sets of curtains yours truly has ever seen. They broke multiple times a day. But we all adjusted and made it work. I mean, you have no options, really! The worst part was maybe that we were sailing the North Atlantic at the tail end of winter and the ship was built for coastal sailing in the tropics so it has literally no heating. A steel egg on a freezing ocean. MMMMM, that’s what you want. Wet, cold, and cramped. Life was broken up into 4-hour shifts of work and rest. Everyone had 8 hours of work per day split up into two shifts. You would have 4 hours on watch, 8 hours off, then four more hours on. My watch was 8-12, which was really the most normal watch in terms of a sleep schedule.
It would be impossible for me to communicate exactly what life is like onboard. But I hope that through these journal entries maybe you can get a glimpse of it. For some reason my photos aren’t uploading right now but they will come!
2/22/17 — Wednesday, Grand Bahama Island
First full day onboard the Avontuur. I arrived last night and we went to a bar and got nice and drunk and woke up at an ungodly hour. I’m a little shaky from exhaustion, hungover(ish), and too much strong coffee. Although I wish there was more coffee around now… Today we have a day off (haha, first day is a day off) so I’m going to explore the island with some of the boys on the boat. Looks like conditions have been somewhat less than ideal. But there is nothing new about bitching at the captain and life onboard. Everyone is still here and seems to be mostly enjoying themselves. Mostly… We shall see how this whole thing goes!
3/1/17 — Wednesday, Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Florida
WHAT AN EVENTFUL WEEK. We are now 3 days into our crossing to the Azores. Apparently we are far ahead of schedule (already??) and breaking speed records for the ship. The captain — Conny — is in an undimmable good mood. I don’t know how to write about the week spent in the Bahama slums getting to know the crew. It seems like nothing and everything happened at the same time. Just as we do relatively little but somehow never have enough time onboard.
Well, anyways. It was a hot, drunken week of work, play, embarrassment, laughter, the whole nine yards. And now here we are. I am on watch with the other two North Americans — Jake and Lewis — and the captain. I am trying to —— [the pen fades off here, must have been distracted by something]
3/2/17 — Thursday, Atlantic Ocean
I earned a lot of points last night during our sudden maneuvers to reef the schooner sail, lower the main, and furl the jibs. Mainly these points were earned by climbing out onto the bowsprit in pitch darkness with the boat rolling and tossing over the waves and helping Jake dowse and catch the flying jib. Klaus [the bosun] hugged me and said, “Excellent.” Later he came up to me and said, “That’s living!” He now suddenly likes me a lot. Both he and Conny were terrified that I was so gung-ho about strapping myself into the harness and going out on the bowsprit at night. I mean, okay, this is probably fair considering it’s my 4th day at sea. But hey, go big or go home, right??
3/4/17 — Friday, Atlantic Ocean
I think today is March 4th but honestly I don’t really remember. I should really take a nap but I’m just too wired. Being part of the captain’s watch means lots of action and excitement, which is both exhilaration and exhausting. Now that we’ve all finished lunch people are quiet, doing their own thing. Winds and seas calm today, slowgoing even with full sails. In the last few days we’ve been through rapid weather changes, including a squall that whipped us into an unintended jibe. The learning curve is steep but I absolutely love it. Today Klaus told me I should consider “sailor” as a future career. So far I don’t sleep much but I feel fitter than ever. I expect it’ll catch up to me one of these days…
I am so unbelievably happy, sitting here beneath the staysail, looking down the ship as it glows against the midday sky, rolling to reveal a sparkling-grey sea behind and beneath and before. There is no one around except the 12 of us and no way forward but wind and sails and hours of work. Maybe later we will be tired and frustrated and sick of each other but for now we are happy. I don’t really know what else to say except that I can’t remember being this happy in a long long time.
3/4/17 — Saturday, Atlantic Ocean
Right, so. I was wrong about the date yesterday. Time is weird on the ship…
I am so tired. I never seem to be able to sleep, what with commitments an all turns of the clock. This is not sustainable. But the last few days have been such exhilirating watches followed by so much happiness that I really couldn’t give two shits about sleeping more at the moment. I keep deciding not to sleep when I really should. Oh well!
We’ve run into a storm gusting up to wind force 10. Swells are over 30 feet high, you feel as if you can reach out and touch the wave as it arcs up over your head. The deck pitches to the point where your feet leave the “ground” and I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought, “Welp, this is it, then.” Conny and Klaus have us jumping everywhere to try and manage ship and course. Last night my bofdy was trembling from exhaustion and even while asleep everything hurt. Jake, Lewis, and I have settled into a decently happy watch. And by “decently happy” I mean “delirious and ridiculous.” Suffice to say we have a good time.
3/5/17 — Sunday, Atlantic Ocean
Wind force 10 continues! It is cold, cold, cold out there. Jake and I were singing for hours today to keep our minds off the ludicrous weather conditions. We’ve (I’ve) written a new, sea-shanty version of “You Are My Sunshine.”
3/6/17 — Monday, Atlantic Ocean
Another 24 hours aboard the ship out of time. The Worst Watch again bore through the most brutal weather of the day and night — freezing rain and biting cold. We pulled Avontuur out of the storm, set the sails, and got back on course. We don’t seem to have blown too far off, although perhaps a touch closer to Bermuda than intended. I was stuck at the helm nearly 4 hours in freezing rain this morning. My hands are swollen from days of freezing and being unable to warm up properly after the 4-hour watches. But I had time to write a new song for the Worst Watch’s performance when we reach Horta.
3/9/17 — Thursday, Atlantic Ocean
Just got the wake up call to lower the mainsail…
Today we had the first captain’s reception. Basically this means we have to clean the trainee compartment and make our bunks look nice so the captain/first mate can approve of us and then we all get cake and one alcoholic drink (one drink per week, we are so screwed when we get to port!). After it was over, Klaus asked if I wanted to climb the mast so Nanna and I scurried up the shrouds to sit on top of the schooner mast for a couple of hours. It was absolutely gorgeous up there. We watched the sky and sea go by and talked, enjoying our distance from the rest of the crew. Hard to find a moment alone here!
3/15/17 — Wednesday, Atlantic Ocean
Time is rolling on faster and faster. A month has passed since I left Taiwan but only 10 days since the force 10 storm? What?? How have I only known these people for 3 weeks? Not possible, it seems. One more week between us and the Azores. Being on land will be strange…
3/17/17 — Friday, Atlantic Ocean
Not a lot of time for introspection these days. I love it. Finally outside my head. I want to sail and be happy forever.
3/18/17 — Saturday, Atlantic Ocean
We will reach the Azores on either Tuesday or Wednesday, just a few days from now. Probably on the 22nd of March. I can’t believe nearly a month has already passed since I joined the Avontuur. I have no regrets in doing so, I knew this was the right decision. Honestly, all I want to do is sail forever. And I’m learning loads. The captain and bosuns have taken me under their wing and been training me, which is exactly what I wanted. Today Conny started teaching me about navigation. I mean what with all the instruments and stuff it’s not so difficult but it does require knowledge of weather, climate patterns, atmospheric changes, geography, etc. Actually my studies with Campbell are really serving me well here. Knowing what the ITCZ was and how to explain Hadley cells earned me a lot of points in the captain’s mind.
I knew a lot of this stuff in an abstract sense but it’s so much more exciting to use it practically. For example, longitudinal lines are (of course) not parallel, they converge at the poles. This means that the distances between them are not equal all around the globe. Duh. But on a chart the lines are made to be parallel so you have to use another chart that shows the convergence. And then if you’re talking about distances between two points you take the cosine of the latitude because that tells you the proportional reduction in distance you need. Like at the equator and the 90th meridian you would have a mile of 1:1. But if you go up to the 38th parallel the curvature of the earth means pushes the meridians closer together. And because the earth is (kind of) a globe, you can use trig to figure out the distances. All that stuff. Anyways, I guess it’s just really exciting to me to understand 100% why you need to use a cosine in a real life situation. Not that I’m explaining it to you very well at the moment. You’ll have to chalk that up to exhaustion and the medium. I’d explain it better if I were showing you with a paper and pencil.
But he’s also shown me how to measure the direction and force of the wind and adjust the compass course to show true course based on wind variation of the ship, magnetic deviation, and… shit I’ve forgotten the third one. I’m f***ed with exhaustion right now. Anyways, the course over ground is not the same as the compass course so you have to calculate the actual course you’re taking based on three different factors. And then you use all this to chart your position and figure out which course you need to take to get to where you need to go. This is where the second chart comes into play, the one that shows the convergence of the meridians. If you drew the shortest distance between the two points on the regular chart it would look like a parabola and then you would sail a much longer distance. But if you draw this line on the adjusted, more accurate chart then you can figure out a better heading and even though the line will eventually look curved on the normal chart it will still be the shortest distance.
And we talked as well about pressure systems. I knew that wind comes off the pressure systems from high → low in a vortex but what I didn’t realize is that it nearly always leaves the high pressure system at an angle of 15 degrees, meaning you know generally which direction the wind is going before you reach the high pressure system. Provided you know where the center of the system is, of course. And it re-enters the lower pressure system at 15 degrees as well. Too tired. That’s all for now.
3/21/17 — Tuesday, Atlantic Ocean near the Azores
Jake and I were out on the bowsprit tonight and it started rattling and vibrating almost like it was telling us to get off now! Just before the last two hours of frenetic activity we saw a dolphin shooting through the bioluminescence. It was like some mystical being flying through the darkness, like a dragon or a celestial object. Funny how the closest thing I can compare the ocean at night to is the heavens. Conny was so excited about it he raced to the fore with me to look under the bow for more dolphins. We didn’t see any but that was when he noticed all the maneuvers we had to do.
I’m still learning loads about sailing and Conny’s been teaching me about navigation. No one on this ship is the world’s best teacher, including him, but I’ve already learned a lot. So far I’m minorly hopeless at plotting our position on the chart. You would think this would be the easy part. Instead, I seem to have a good eye for wind force and direction, the drift of the ship, and calculating the difference between the course and the magnetic compass course.
Yesterday Lewis, Jake, and I came up with our second song for the Horta performance. We are calling it “An Ode to the ‘Best Watch.’” The Best Watch is the one immediately before us, Gus, Sebastian, and Klaus. It’s the best diss track I’ve ever written.
In the afternoon I taught the Worst Watch how to do TM and we sat in the cargo hold and meditated together. Actually it was really wonderful. Afterwards we hopped out on deck and Jake taught us some clogging steps! I tried to teach him swing dancing but I must admit I’m not the best dance teacher and it was proving a little difficult. Who cares, though, we had a great time.
Then last night we were on watch. Things were quiet for a bit and we were just talking like normal. It was only after that that the wind died completely and suddenly we were just drifting through the sea with flapping sails. Headed in the entirely wrong direction, we managed to jibe and backtrack a bit. Guillaume, Jan, Jake and I, after completing nearly every maneuver possible in a frenetic manner, cleared the deck and sat on the cargo hold for a while. The sea surrounding us was calm, glassy, and the stars winked from overhead. All was quiet around the panicked crew members raising and dowsing and jibing and tacking. The next two hours consisted of absolutely nothing to do. We lost our marbles for the umpteenth time and chased each other around the deck singing our ridiculous songs at the top of our lungs…
Today we were again in the doldrums. Swimming in the North Atlantic!! It felt wonderfully frigid! I was in a mite too long, though, and got a touch of hypothermia… No worries, I have particularly effective ways of warming up! 😉
3/31/17 — Friday, Atlantic Ocean, past the Azores
Back at sea. I realize I’ve written nothing in this journal since before we made land. But now I am exhausted and having trouble sleeping so I’m hoping writing helps to knock me out.
So, the Azores. Where to begin… F***. It seems like we were there for a year. I don’t know where to begin. Peter Cafe Sport? The song competition? Working on the ship? An apartment with Sebastian? Dinner with Jake and Nanna? No way to get it all down…
The Azores are a magical place. Horta will forever be somewhere special to me. Maybe someday I’ll go back and find that wine bottle on top of the hill.
We met with Tres Hombres just before we left. They dashed into the harbor to meet with us and the crews commingled and had a couple of drinks. Nanna and I jumped on board and helped square the deck after they moored in front of us. No one wanted us to go but Conny was absolutely positive we had to leave or else we’d run into bad weather. Ah well. For a moment there were two sail cargo vessels next to each other in Horta, right next to the square where Lewis and I painted the Timbercoast logo and all of our names. Good luck for us on the rest of the voyage, then!
4/4/17 — Tuesday, I suppose (I write a lot of these after my watch, which ends at midnight)
I haven’t been writing enough about the actual sailing! Hopefully my current lack of total exhaustion is a sign I’m readjusting to the sea schedule. In the last few days what have we done?
We sailed over 185nm in less than 24 hours, a new ship’s record. This breaks our earlier record of 183nm in 24 hours. Every day we raise and dowse sails so it all starts to really blur together, to be honest. Reefing, hauling, shaking, dowsing, raising, climbing, sewing, tying, other assorted assignments. My hands are destroyed. I worry a little about the confluence of sailing and playing piano… are these mutually compatible passions if one destroys the tools of the other??
The other day we lost the flying jib halyard when it wasn’t fastened while we dowsed the sail. After trying unsuccessfully to retrieve it with the boat hook, Conny decided to leave it until morning. But then I got word from Sebastian that it was so close to coming completely loose from the block that Gus had to climb the mast at nearly 3am to go retrieve it and fasten it to something. Yikes! In the end it was good that we lost it, though, because otherwise no one would have noticed how nearly-destroyed the jib halyards were. We spent the morning dowsing the jibs to repair the halyards.
It all started because we found out that the downhaul of the forestaysail broke on the new stay Jake made for the boom. We had to take the sail off the boom completely and now we fix the sail on the pinrails on either side. Works fine but it’s damn annoying to take the sheet over the boom every time we tack or jibe. Plus any time the sail is flapping you suddenly have a violent sheet nearly decapitating you. But hey, what’s a little more danger?
Today started early with Nanna waking us at 5am to raise the mainsail. Yeesh, couldn’t they wait an hour or two? After a usual bizarre and hilarious watch with the Worst Watch (involving a rather lengthy period of gorilla impersonations) I spent a couple of hours on deck sewing. Not my main talent but months on the road have seriously improved my mending and darning skills. It may not be the prettiest stitching you ever did see but it won’t break in a hurry.
The forecast continues to be crap. We seem unable to run into good wind for any length of time… Drifting towards the English Channel.
4/6/17 — Thursday, Nearing the English Channel
I miss making music. My hands are a mess. What I would give for a piano or an orchestra rehearsal.
Today I am sick of men and sailors.
4/13/17 — Thursday, English Channel
We are steadily drifting in what some would call “kind of the right direction.” We were suddenly informed today that we were not, in fact, going to Brixham. Long story but basically Timbercoast is a bit of a shit show. Anyways, we have to resupply so we stopped in Torquay. It was supposed to be an overnight but Conny ran around and rounded us all up (rather rudely, I must say) to shove off before dark. We were all a few pints in at that point (the North Americans maybe a bit more, seeing as we were sort of kind of not allowed in the country…) and setting sails went surprisingly well under the circumstances.
Have been trying to work on plans for what I’m doing after this voyage. Predictably, my original plans were scrapped halfway through so who the f*** knows what’s going to happen.
4/15/17 — Saturday, 1:15 A.M., the North Sea
Today (well, technically yesterday but whatever) we sailed past the cliffs of Dover. It was surprisingly magnificent, actually. I never was super interested in making that a priority but I guess we can cross it off the bucket list now. Today I pulled out all my notebooks from the Watson journey so far and I realized I have learned and done so much. Funny how at times it feels like I’ve done absolutely nothing. I can’t believe this whole thing is almost over.
We floated on through the English Channel (well, okay, the engine was on for a bit to get us out of the doldrums) and we’re now flying north up the British coast between the U.K. and Belgium. Soon we’ll be north of the Netherlands, where the forecast is NW wind at 6-7. This would allow us to change course and shoot across to Helgoland by Monday or Tuesday, a full 3-4 days ahead of schedule. A couple of days there and then onto Bremen for the arrival. I can’t believe that’s only one week away. I’m excited and sad at once.
Later…
Today was a day of early rousings and much hauling of ropes and sails. It is cold and windy and the shallow chop and truncated troughs remind me of Lake Superior. Today is a day that reminds my why I want to do more sailing. Today I feel alive, with blood on my hands and the wind biting my face. My frosted feet bound across the bowsprit, it is a heady exhilaration. Today I am happy in my favorite way. Yet the good wind means less time at sea – the ever-present dilemma facing the seafarer: a wish for good wind and sailing means you get to land faster. But a brief flash of wind to fly us to our destination far surpasses a boring day of drifting or making 3 knots.
4/16/17 — Easter Sunday, the North Sea
We are mere hours from Helgoland. Anticipated arrival is middle of the night or early morning. We are so close we’re intentionally going only 2 knots. It is horrendously boring. The North Sea is cold and windy.
The sun is out and it is a brisk Easter Sunday. Eggs are painted and hanging in the galley. We sang “This Little Watch Of Ours” to hand over the watch today (set to the tune of “This Little Light of Mine”). It was one of our best hand-overs to date.
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I didn’t write much more about the Avontuur after that date. We arrived in Bremen on April 22nd and there was a big hullabaloo and the boat was swarmed with wellwishers and news crew. The crewmembers were either greeted by friends and family, for those who had them, or shunted to the side. We couldn’t get off the ship, there were so many people. None of us had slept more than about an hour the night before, what with it being the last night and completely mishandled maneuvers. Then we were all-hands the entire day, since sailing down the Weser river is not exactly the easiest task.
We were exhausted, starving, and really not accustomed to so many people. Especially not so many people on our ship! I mean, really, people were touring the trainee compartment, which was our bedroom. We just sat there in shock until we managed to get into the galley and make some eggs. Then everyone hid for a while as volunteers hoisted the coffee out of the cargo hold and biked it to wherever it was supposed to go. I admit, at that point I really didn’t care where the coffee was going. I just wanted a beer and some good food and a shower. Finally, those three things did happen. But it was a few days of anxiety, confusion, sadness, goodbyes, and beer. After about three days most of the crew had dissipated and I, too, went on my merry way.
And now here I am. Would you believe it, I’ve found myself in an intentional community in Greece. Brought here by a musician. You travel the world to find new things and there you go right back where you started. Funny how things work, eh?
Anyways, things feel very strange now, being off the ship. I don’t know what to make of it but I know my future will hold more of the sea. Perhaps immediately. As I said before, my original plans failed to pan out (you really can’t rely on sailors, I mean really). Since it’s hard to make plans while you’re in the middle of the Atlantic things have therefore been a bit slowgoing. But I’m on a bit of an approved “vacation” now (although really, where I am now is a small island with a strong seafaring history and a freaking intentional community, it’s quite up the alley of my proposed project). As soon as I know what’s coming next I will, of course, plunge forward. But for the time being it’s not so bad to live the slow, island life for a minute.
Maybe I can channel the spirit of Odysseus or something… I mean he is from here, after all.