Captain, O Captain! My time has come
You abandoned me – what have you done?
You forgot the times we had at sea
And now onshore you’ve forsaken me
The day we were out till way too late
I saved your soul in the Hecate Strait
Those fish we caught from the deep together
Blood and scales in every weather
Okay, so I weren’t so steady or stable
But I was fast and you were able
No matter how the sea would swirl
None aboard would ever hurl
Navigating between us was quite a tangle
Heading for Sitka we washed up in Wrangell
I miss your kids and even the wife
My pistons ran louder than your family strife
My engine’s fine, the rudder’s broke
The deck planks leak but I still float
My shaft is straight, the prop is bent
The oil dripped out, the fuel is spent
The wheel was stole now two years back
But the rods still stand in the fishing rack
The time we passed, the seas we ploughed
You haven’t stayed true to the stuff you vowed
Captain, you gave up on my needs
I’m on the beach and in the weeds
So, while I sit here high and dry
I think of the ways boats come to die.
Jonathon L. Siegel, 1949
On the Beach and In the Weeds
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Great post !!
I assume your tides are kin to those in Maine.
Tides here run between 15 and 24 feet and their range changes significantly with the moon cycle. Interesting!
Love your themes. What are the temps there? What an incredible journey!
Day time highs are usually between mid-fifties and low sixties with occasional warmer or cooler days. Its raining a lot, but when it clears it feels glorious!
Actually so sad and so each boat tells a story…
xo
Hey, you amazing adventurers – do you have any scheduled “breaks” along your way. We see an ending point at Unalaska Island, many moons away. What’s the plan? HA!
Love each and every one of your posts. Thank you.
The plan is extremely fluid, but we do intend to return south. Ha!