My first Capt. was a serious killer machine of a Dane. Salt
of the earth, tougher than nail, and probably wringed more saltwater out of his socks then I had sailed in.
He jumped all over my A** when he overheard me bragging about a storm we just came through.
....He told me (something I never forgot) if I wanted to tell big stories to go work on a boat that will give you stories. There are plenty of them out there. They all want more drinking buddies. He told me "good boats don't have scary stories"
We don't have any scary stories on here...got it?
You go about your business and get it done with me. So what if a storm comes up? So what, you are a seaman are you not? He said when the wind
picks up, we slow down, and still get it done. No big stories, no close calls. Pay attention and keep your eyes open and stay sober and you will survive and thive here.
He said "look at the boats that come in and say Whew! Just barely made that one, got a leak, rag got caught in the bilge pump
, Got water
half way up in the eng. rm. we tore off the upperdeck stuff etc. He said those guys hit the bar when they get to town and Blah Blah Blah all about their close call. Well on this boat we don't go to the bar. We come to town and we hit the tool box and take care of stuff, and we slip out and fill the boat while the braggers are still in the bar...:-)
That was 1979, And my crew hears me say the same things now day's