Came evening the wind got up to force 7, bordering on 8. Passed a small trawler then, name of Starlet, I wondered how in hell they managed to keep in their seat on her bridge, but I would have given a lot to see what they then saw!
Summer of 93, Kristiansand, Lubeck, Kristiansand. Captain Agnar Dragvik, God bless him, kept the sails on her throughout the night, although the novices were filling buckets below. I said to myself, this isn't coming around too often, enjoy it! And I did!
Three watches in a row. Time passes, arthiritis precludes a repetition, but the memory lingers on!