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Night Watch
June 2007 |
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A short passage of four
days from Sharing this single
person sea berth with The Captain, he occupies the bunk while I keep
watch. The first watch is easy to
stay awake, scanning the horizon every 10 minutes, enjoying the stars or
breathing the fresh air is invigorating.
However, the second watch is always the hardest, since usually the
first segment of sleep or what I like to think of as bed wrestling,
isn’t sufficient to keep a person coherent during their next
watch. Stumbling out of the
bunk, focusing the eyes while trying to find clothes, any noise for the first
few seconds are painful to the senses.
Light is too blinding, even the stars and moon can offend yet I step
out of the cabin, into the cockpit as the breeze caresses my face and my
blurry vision begins to fade.
Ever so slowly I scan the horizon, looking into the distance for a
freighter ship or other signs of life, but realizing that the head’s
pivoting motion has stopped and eyes are focusing on nothing, just gazing
into space. The brain momentarily
stopped functioning. Realizing
that if I were capable of my night time duties, we would be safe, instead
frightful thoughts of getting run over by some freighter ship where a sleepy
eyed night watchman is not keeping a diligent and alert scan for harmless
little sailboats. I shake my
senses back to earth and take the necessary steps to keep awake. My solution is to get
caffeine. Moving slowly, but with
purpose, the high octane stove is lit, water gets hot and a cup of tea is
brewed with a healthy side of dark chocolate to complete the caffeine
infusion. In my comatose state, I
must remember to turn off gas flow igniter switch and turn gas knob to off
position, a constant reminder of, ”Don’t blow up the boat!”
from The Captain, when he finds one of the two not in the off position. Happy, content but a
little jittery, the first hour flies by.
Crunching on my nut incased mocha bar, I watch my innocent, peaceful husband
sleep with a wide gapping mouth and in my sleep deprived, hallucinogenic
state of mind, I come to realize, that he always appears to be perfectly at
rest during his slotted sleep time.
While I watch his relaxed content face, jealousy and resentment begins
to surface with fleeting moments of revengeful thoughts. Granted, this perfect sleep I am
describing only occurs in the right conditions, where the wind and swell are
situated to gently sway the boat, but at this moment in time, all rational
thought has escaped my senses and The Captain needs to suffer! As I gulp the
hot beverage, viewing his innocent serene face, I forgive his restful,
slumber and decide to jot down a few ideas to keep me awake for the next two
hours. Things to do during night
watch, other than watch
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