Sea Tails: The Good Ship Leeuwin
Friday, June 27th, 2008Sailing in Australia
By: Phoenix Arrien
A half-naked waiter delicately hands me another Martini as I lounge on the sun deck, another is massaging my feet and there is a queue of them holding platters of tropical fruits until….
“Git that sail furled on the T’Gallant,” comes the roar from the Bosun below.
Shiver me tinnies, it’s just some stress-induced daydream. I am actually standing on a thin rope 25 metres above a heaving ocean with three others attempting to tuck a gigantic piece of heavy canvas the size of 20 King size beds around the highest beam jutting out from the foremast. That, um, very piece of wood around which I had wrapped my body and clutching for me life, while the ship rocked and rolled like an enthusiastic belly dancer.
Mother Mary save me, instead of being a pampered aristo’ on a cruise ship, I am actually a wretch on the Leeuwin, an Australian 16th Century replica sailing ship and my stomach is about to cover the deck in glorious colour…will I embarrass myself? Will I fall into the sea? Join me next Friday and have a seadog of a weekend!

