Was once upon a time long ago.
Had some very limited experience, messing about in small row boat or canoe as a kid on holiday.
Fishing, Seagull out board, ect No sailing.
Otherwise a ride on a
ferry. Some strange reason, Chose a career at sea, Based on stories about pirates etc.
Ended up at a
marine school after leaving high school. Learned a few interesting nautical terms like Bow. How not to catch exotic diseases in tropical
ports. Some simple fire fighting and lowered a lifeboat.
First actual voyage on school
training vessel was supposed to be 48hrs. Shortened to less than 24, everyone was seasick. One lad quite and went home as soon as we returned to the
dock.
I stuck it out and got my certificates ect.
Process included learning stuff for lifeboat certificate. Required rowing a whale boat up and down river in
winter. And sailing some kind of generic hefty sailboat in December in the rain and snow.
Was convinced sailing was for the birds.
2nd mate FGN. Sailed as 3rd Mate, No interest in sailing. Asked by Uncle to help move his
power boat. No particular interest but agreed to help.
Tied up next to a Sail Training Vessel. Went over to kick the tires. Had a chat with
skipper. Offered me a job. Told him I knew absolutely nothing about sailing. He was still keen for me to give it a go. Went for a week to see if I liked it.
Spent the rest of the year as bosun on a sailing vessel paid next to nothing but I had a great time.
So I learned how to sail. A Schooner. Sort off.
After working on ships, Keeping watch when the
skipper wanted to put his
head down was no big deal. He was pretty happy.
I was offered several jobs by other skippers. But I was just doing it for fun and went back to my real job for a while.
Quit Big ships, life.
Did my first sailing course, It was an instructor course. Learned quite a lot about sailing little boats. Worked as an instructor because I got to sail nice boats i couldn't afford. Was never a real job just a pastime.
My wife never accepted I was actually working.
Moved. Quit Sailing, Unrealistic dream of
buying a nice boat one day.
Bought an
internet special. 24ft
C&C. No
interior. Just some
sails and a
outboard. but it floated, the
keel wasn't falling off and the outboard started.
I took a couple of
sheets of
plywood a skill saw, three sleeping bags and some camping
gear. My 8 and 10 year old kids and sailed it home.
We had a lot of fun.
It was one of the smallest boats, I've ever sailed. 20 odd years after starting out on a 250 000 t tanker. Remembering only the bit about how not to catch an exotic disease in a tropical port.
Learning how
sails work is pretty straight forward. any basic sailing course will explain it well enough. Or just read a book.
The rest, I already knew way more than any sailing certificate. I've ever heard of requires. (I have to admit some posters hear know quite a lot)
What I enjoy about sailing, Is just getting back to the basics. I leave all the fancy toys behind at work. I get from A to B just using the
wind and star or tree to steer by.
If I get thirsty I might put the
motor on and find a pub or other civilized establishment.
I do have a CYA logbook. and a sailing certificate somewhere.
I finally went and got a PBOC after a long annoying conversation with Border Services Agent.
Just go and have fun.
My personal policy, I don't usually tell other sailors much about my working life. I prefer to appear to be just an other weekender. If I sail with someone else, I don't tell them how to navigate ect unless they ask. So long as we are safe.
I still have stuff to learn about sailing.