I can never find a pen. I’ve had co-workers and editors act outright enraged when I’ve showed up to cover an event and had lost my pen en route. I go through boom and bust periods when it comes to writing instruments. I have times with a plethora of pens and times with none. That’s why everywhere I go—banks, marina offices, libraries, I try to leave with a pen. Sure, I could just buy a box of ballpoints but what’s the fun in that? This way each pen I have tells a story.
Right now is a boom period. The top drawer in my little boat is practically overflowing. Anytime a fellow sailor needs a pen, I can provide. I’ve had people literally do a sail by so I can toss one into their cockpit.
Even though I’m ink rich right now I keep navigating back to the same one, my shackle pen by Oceanus Brass. Nautically inspired and hand crafted by a small start up company in Boston, Mass., this pen is nearly impossible to lose as it has a shackle to attach to log books, dry bags, or wherever you see fit aboard your vessel. As I’ve been route planning for my upcoming voyage this pen has been seeing much use and it writes just as smoothly as the day it came out of the box.
If anyone can lose or destroy a writing instrument it’s me but this one, made of solid brass and with an attachment point—well, let’s just say I think I’ve met my match. Also, in an emergency I reckon the shackle could be used for something onboard, but don’t take my word for it.
Since I’m a broke sailor, I obviously can’t afford such a fancy pen. The Oceanus Brass Bow Shackle Pen was given to me by the company. This is NOT a paid post (I wish).
The closest thing I’ve found to a paying job is my dad offering to give me 20 bucks if I go into the basement and watch an episode of ‘The Walking Dead’ by myself. If I don’t find a job here in the next few weeks, I’ll have to hatch a new plan. Every passing moment I think about boats. I crane my neck in the car spotting a mast in a sea of planing hulls, all hauled out and snug for the season. I arrived at the wrong time for work in my seasonal, coastal hometown. If there are jobs to be had, I’ll just have to look harder. High above the hudson river I’m reminded of the opportunities to sail right in my backyard. A West Wight Potter points it’s bow west. I spot it from thousands of feet away, squinting my eyes. My dad tells me I should get sunglasses, then maybe I won’t squint so much.
Walking through town I’m teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I’ve made my bed, and now I’ll lie in my dirty sheets. I’m moving off the boat.
The streets are filled with tourists. The sun radiates off the concrete. I come into a cafe for internet to apply for jobs. One girl behind the counter has her hair perfectly curled by a curling iron. The other has shorts so short her cheeks hang out. They can’t be more than 18. I’m two days back on shore and already I don’t fit.
I head back to the boat to look for Alan and see how he’s fairing in his job hunt but he’s not there. The boat is empty. I heat day old rice and beans and try to stop the tears that sting my eyes. “I need to get used to coming home to an empty boat,” I think. My own boat.
I head back out onto the streets and wander, aimlessly. Hoping to see Alan’s orange t-shirt and white sailing hat somewhere in the crowd of strange faces. I never thought I’d be one of those people who is still in a living situation with their “ex.” But it all happened so quickly, and what can I say–he’s my best friend.
After checking into possible jobs in town I fear I’ve exhausted my options. I head back to the same coffee shop. That familiar hat is sitting in the corner. “I’ve found you two boats,” he says with a smile.
“Yeah?” I say. My heart feeling instantly lighter at the sight of him. “I wonder how I will pay for them.”
Although this blog has lost steam, and I find myself living on a Falmouth Cutter with that crazy sailor from www.artofhookie.org, and his extra terrestrial dog, I thought I’d post this small crowd funding campaign I’ve started.
I’ve quit my job as a newspaper journalist and am diving into the world of freelance journalism. Please help me break into the field and offer the under-represented young, female perspective in the sailing community.
Now bring me that horizon!