A stringent beep brought me back from my reverie.
Minutes before, I was enjoying the gentle, rolling motion of Cairú II. About a meter below the water surface, deep in the wineglassed-shaped hull, the world was good to me. Lying in the leeward bunk of the main saloon, I was in the center of the motion`s vectors, and feeling safe and mellow, like in a giant wooden womb. The creaks and groans of the wooden structure at first attracted my attention. But now, the sounds that alarmed me at first, were falling back, into a backdrop curtain of sonoplasty.
Following the captain`s recommendations I was trying to get some rest, to be fit for a night, which promised some hardships. The wind was on the nose, and Cairú was slowly working his way to windward. The clouds were flying low, and rain was an imminent possibility. The deck was cold and wet, from the slashing into the large, 3 meter rollers. And what would usually be a 12 hour crossing from Angra to Rio, was now estimated to transform into a 40 hour torture. Which is why I considered that the suggestion to get some rest was a quite reasonable one.
But now a second beep, and the following hoarse groan from the starting engine, made it clear that the regatta had just ended for us. Cairú II, and his crew, were turning back, into the safe port of Angra dos Reis.
About 5 hours earlier we had made a thrilling start, together with about 15 other boats. However, none within our class. The other 2 classic boats did not make it to the starting line, due to the adverse conditions. The wind was blowing at about 15 to 20 knots, exactly from the place we were going to, Rio de Janeiro, at a heading of 090o. Waves and current were against us. Admittedly, not the best conditions for a classic, wooden boat, built in 1949, in the town of Florianópolis.
The long keeled boat, designed by Sparkman & Stephens crawled its way to windward – steady, but slowly. The more modern, fin keeled racers, were soon sailing away in the distance. I bet they were not enjoying the gentle motion, and the style of our wooden ship. But they were off and away. But that didn`t matter, we were not competing against them. And from a generous point of view, afterall, we were leading our class.
So we pressed on, all packed in our olies, and enjoying the wonderful scenery, and the wild clouds wrapping around the steep hills of Ilha Grande. Just watching the beautiful boat do its job was rewarding, with decks awash, and water sheets flying to the lee. Grand sailing.
But the cold and the waves took their toll. After 2 hours, with only a short warning, the first crew member hurtled to the lee-rail, and then paid his tribute to the sea. And another 2 hours later the second crew member calmly directed himself to the lee rail, looked down to the bottom of the ocean, and parted company from the contents of his stomach. … that second crew member, I humbly admit, that was me. What I have to say in my defense, is that I was not actually sick. I just didn`t want my lunch any more. And right after the unfortunate presentation, I was quite happy again.
I was still in good operative condition. However, I was warned, and therefore accepted the commanders advice to get some rest, so that I would be fit for the coming night. So I made myself comfortable in the saloon and started listening to the work of the wooden structure, with special attention to the sounds of our wooden mast. After some getting used to, I thought it would hold without problems. It had done so in the past 62 years, so why worry now?
But my rest was not long lasting, due to the decision to abort the regatta. I was not too sad about it. I was actually looking forward to the prospects of a lovely sail, downwind now, into the chariming light of a setting sun, through the breathtaking tropical scenery. I never get tired of it.
The captain was a bit frustrated over his decision. But the rest of the crew seemed to enjoy the ride back to the Yacht Club.
Later, sitting comfortably in the veranda chairs, eating a tasty steak, we were informed that many boats had taken the same route as we did, back to the point of departure. So we cheered to a caipirinha, and enjoyed the impressions of a lovely day out sailing.