Well as we travel further and further south, the heat slowly dissipates and I have begun to wear my jacket once more. Though the weather has gotten rougher, the Bear just seems to roll with the punches. It is a very odd experience seeing as for the past 3 weeks we have been slowly steaming southward and heating up, however since we past the equator all that has changed (as well as the direction of the spin in my toilet (well technically it is a head)) But other than that its pretty much same old same old here on the ocean blue. I am back on a day work rotation so I spend my afternoons for the most part, getting my hands dirty fixing something with whatever random group I get stuck with. It is always rather odd to me how our ship can require 40-50 people to work on something or other both deckside and engine work, 8 hours a day, almost year round. Sometimes I wonder how a normal ship can function without 340 devoted cadets to handle its every need.
I have come to realize something while on cruise. The reason so many stories of sea adventures sound so similar, despite who writes them, is because when aboard a ship you start to think that way. I am speaking of course of that classic writing style that goes something like:" I could see the white crash of the waves in the darkness and hear the wind rush through the rigging, and could feel the boat toss below me." I swear, that is how thoughts have formed in my mind sometimes... It just happens I guess when your on a boat. So I guess its official, I've gone crazy. Right?
"Though we roam the seas, far from home we lie, we will cheer for the good times and this land we fight to defend..."
Happy Memorial Day
your favorite high seas adventurer,
Stevie
Your first memorial day in the ranks of the brave ones who fight to defend. Sadly I would guess..the first of many far from home.. I miss you.
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