Texas Clipper controversy…

(as much as i’m posting about the Clipper, i almost think i need a separate category for it)

anyway, there’s currently quite a few rather acidic recriminations flying back and forth about the fact she settled on her port side.

it seems that she was intended to lie on her keel, with access ways cut through the ship for curious divers and fish to swim through. now, only qualified cave divers are wise to enter the wreck.

but i have to say, who cares? the fish certainly don’t. and, more to the point, it’s very fitting that she ended up in an unintended position… i remember we cadets petitioning the chief mate and the master for permission to paint “This Side Up” on one of the hatch covers. so a certain amount of, well, contumacious bungling has occurred, it’s totally in character with the vessel and her crew as i knew her.

i’m not trying to be critical, though. i’ve got a distinct fondness for the organization i was once a part of. i understand that it’s shaped up a bit since my time there (mostly due to a closer association with College Station), but the Corps i was a member of was more McHale’s Navy than Annapolis – and we liked it that way. one of our heroes was Captain Ron, for goodness sakes!

so a minor aberration when it comes to how our ship was sunk? no big deal! i mean, she sank, right? it would have been really embarrassing if she hadn’t…

quote of the day:

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

– John Masefield, “Sea-Fever”

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