The Passage – introduction
To begin… I don’t know anything about boats… I never grew up around them… I wasn’t a sea scout… I can barely tie a knot. My longest seafaring effort was 7 days on an Indo coconut charter… an experience that hardly qualifies me for anything worth a credit. In short… I’m a rookie… a bloke with no proper sea miles – a kook. But being a beginner has never stopped me – inexperience shouldn’t hold one back from life’s opportunities. We can always learn by just paying attention… whatever the charge – whatever the challenge. Life’s about what’s possible.. and sometimes impossible… and it’s definitely too short for dress rehearsals. We got nothing to lose except our lives… and whether we like it or not… nothing lasts forever. In time I’ve learned never to let an opportunity pass.. because you’ll inevitably regret it… regret that you let yourself believe it didn’t matter. We are the lizard kings and can do anything; even several weeks onboard an aged vessel commanded by a Captain legendary for his desire to test every limit… a true waterman; a person one must trust with their life… to deliver them beyond some of the most treacherous seas on the Indian Ocean. With only a decade in the Captain’s company and one voyage under his command – I know some of what to expect. But for this adventure – the brief was clear. No weekend cruise or surf charter.com – this was to be a genuine passage… a gauntlet of fear and loathing… a trial across the outer limits of one’s inner resolve. An endeavor over 1200 miles along unforgiving coasts without anchorages… across the infamous Ring of Fire. This is a journey toward the end of innocence and the beginning of time… a tale about the outer limits of heaven and hell. This is a story that drives a rusty harpoon straight into the heart of my deepest boyhood imaginings about wild adventure on the high seas.
This is about my reason for living.