She was a fine ship, built out of the best cedar and oak we could find in our homeland. It took months the get her built the from the helm to the bulkhead, shaped and ready to support the main Mast. We bend the flexible cedar to the right form. We nail it down the planks and finely tune the strake. We look over the keel for approval and put the mast in.
She was a fine boat, constructed with the best hands around these parts. Now, ready to break the seal of the water after the epoxy dries. We set sail tomorrow and let her settle in place in the bay. Everytime I look at her she makes my blood boil and my heart race with anticipation. She will be a wild one as we made her Kell fine and fast. She will enjoy the wild water of the oceans. I will enjoy the ride with the wind against my leather skin and wiskers. My toes curl-up as I sleep and blood rushes through my arteries like a wild river.
The months spent getting to know her every nook and cranny, Making sure the hands that touch her were clean and precise. Now, I get to stir her into a world of no limits of blue water surrounding us.
At first light I awake and run to the main helm to touch the helm's perfectly carved face with steel molding the inside rim. The main gribs glide softly in my hands as if she knew I was touching her. Scrabbbling together, the crew finally got aboard and prepared for her maiden voyage. We check all the sails and rutter movement.
We shovel off to the main opening of the bay. As I get closer and closer to the breaking the seal of the boat into the main water, my excitement level exculates like a kettle about ready to whistle. I rise with excitement and keep a look out from left to right.
My men ready to burst forward to capture the wind. These sailors have never been out in the open before. As the land creeps away from our vision showing us we are out on open water, a roar comes over the men as we hit a realm of enjoyment. Housting our sails, we push forward harder and harder to capture every moment of wind. The boat feels comfortable and moves smoothly over each bump and my nerves drop with relaxation. The helm feels smooth and comfortable.
Now on to greater adventures.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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