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A New Life

There you’ve crossed the Atlantic, finally landing somewhere in the Caribbean or the Azores perhaps. You have enjoyed your first cold beer in the harbor, reaching the bar with considerably swaying steps. The first night, you’ve slept the soundest of sleeps, only to abruptly awake in the morning bewildered why everything is so quiet?!

You’ve then cruised the islands, your pace has slowed, you’ve pondered a million thoughts at the stars above, and you’ve had all the time in the world to make a closure on the book of your life up until this very moment.

So - what’s next? People’s destinies vary greatly after an Atlantic passage. Some end up hating the whole journey, leaving the boat up for sale in the nearest Marina sell her for whatever I can get! The experience might have put an unbearable strain on relationships, with divorce and a vow never to return to the oceans as a result.

Others have had the passage made by a paid crew, thus adding an Atlantic-crossing feather to their hat of accomplishments, at landfall quickly returning home for business. The boat stays for charter for a while, finally she too returning to socialize at home waters.

A third group are pals crossing together on one of the friends boat, partying on the passage, partying at landfall, eventually returning to their families back home, with a happy smile still plastered all over their tan faces.

The last group is the smallest. These are the people that have fallen in love with the ocean, the boat, and each other perhaps. You will find them at the most remote parts of the oceans. At the deserted islands of the Venezuelan coast, or cruising randomly the south Pacific or anywhere else, sailing waters un-crowded and distant.

They will stay out for a long time, 2 years, 5 years or even 20 years or more. Some stay forever. These guys continue to the Pacific Ocean, the Indian Ocean, and the Red Sea - sometimes even far Northern and Southern latitudes.

There could be a book written on each one of them. There usually isn’t. Away from the public eye, they live silent lives of greatest adventures.

They often come from unusual backgrounds to begin with. They take on the uncertainty of foreign land and waters without fear. They seldom have insurance or pensions; they have no need for lawyers or governments. These are the people that have printed their footsteps on the most marvelous of sands, plucked the wildest of flowers and often survived quite a few hair-raising situations.

At times, when life has reached the final, they have simply just stopped in an enchanted harbor, left the anchor to grow into the bottom, spending their final years onboard their boat in safe waters. They often become a part of the family at the local marine bar and close friends to the local villagers and their rising children.

Your choice will determine your fate. But once you have crossed the Atlantic nothing will be the same. The ocean will stay with you for the rest of your life; the waters silently call you back whenever you watch a horizon and the sea forever remember your name.

Bon Voyage!