Wilderness of Waves

Remember how I said I didn’t want to get on the dark side of a certain captain’s moon? Well I am on the dark side and it’s full of falling rocks and deep craters you can’t climb out of once you fall in. The immigrations officers are on this side of the moon too and …

Con...

The South African winter storms started early this year and it’s making the sea a cruel place to be. I’ve postponed my departure by a week. The decision came thirty minutes ago. I was meant to leave Saldanha tomorrow morning and head north along the Skeleton Coast towards Namibia. I never intended to stop there, …

Let’s assume that one day pirates ransack my boat and steal all of my electronics, most of my provisions, and my nice chronometer watch. All I have left onboard are a few cans of corn, a sextant, a chart, and a table of monthly declinations of the sun and altitude corrections. I also have a …

The space between breaking and leaving is liminal, and the people that surround me feel surreal. There is a sailor in the marina who looks like he might worship aliens and always wants to show me something onboard, like his batteries and other things I honestly have no interest in. “Come here and look at …