Atlantic Crossing on Sailing Vessel Relias
On the day we set sail, our new crew Jason and I rowed to the nearby village for one final supply of fresh vegetables, bread, and passage snacks – the essentials. As we neared the beach, a large swell picked up the dingy and for a split second we balanced like a leaf on the crest of a wave. Then it flipped us upside down and crashed over us. I flew out and got nailed into pebbles while the upturned dingy landed on Jason’s head. After quickly checking that he was okay, I ran back into the surf to rescue the oars, which were being sucked out to sea. Then we both hauled the dingy out of the water. Note to self: Waves that looks small and friendly from the ship may be larger than they appear. Streaming saltwater, we walked the sailor’s “walk of shame” into the dusty town, past a group of fishermen by the shore, who were grinning from the free entertainment. We shopped quickly, trying to politely pretend that there weren’t little puddles around our feet. After heading back to the dingy,