The Atlantic, an Old World Crossing, Part 2
Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 by Tim
As the storm raged, 30 foot waves slammed into the bowsprit. The bow cleavered the ocean like butter, rising to the challenge of the seas constant onslaught. The rise and fall of the hull being compensated for by our rhythmic flexing at the knees. Everyone bending and leaning in synchronicity like puppets, all the while maintaining a grasp on something solid. The ships undulations spanned 45 degrees leaning in both directions side to side. The ship questing consistent equilibrium as the bow rose and fell 30 to 40 feet. Digging deep into the oceans troughs. It was exhausting just trying to stand anywhere on the ships decks, never mind trying to get a few photos, all the while I was shielding my camera’s lens from the constant blasts of corrosive salty ocean air.
