We met Ron, captain of the tubby rust bucket m/v Barbarian, born and raised in PNG. Splayed toes of perpetually bare feet, a towel around his waist, bandaid slapped over some minor infection on his ankle, a still handsome face with far away pale blue eyes. Prepping her oh so slowly for a shipwreck finding rov research expedition. […]

Blew out the jib in a mean squall, bulging and tattered on the furler now. She's in a temper today; howling thirties with the rigging moaning, horizontal rain, froth careening over the bow. Swells seething and punching skyward with slivered peaks like teal glass to remind me with that color that she is still capable of serenity, still beautiful in a rage.

Last year I made an extremely difficult decision: I left a four-year relationship with a man and a seven-year relationship with a lifestyle….