sailors

So I have decided to write about sailors. Something must be written about them . They usualy have the skin which says I have been outdoors a lot,sun and wind on the face. . They can eat a lot, fresh sea air you know, calls for meat. They do not fear the big vast seas, nor nights in black waters, nor winds which turns them . They always are looking further than you, towards the horizon, the place betwen the sky and water and they know what will happen next. They know for you and for them. For they will look after you, they can take care of you, they make you feel as if what ever happens they have it under control. I was learing to windsurf, i knew the way out away from the island, but not a way to make the sail take me to land, and so i drifted down the western noon wind, miles from the spot i started at, ego too tough to jump into the water and swim, now when everyone was watciuhn, but than i was so far away from where i started past the beaches, past the town, and the arms could no longer hold the force of the wind, the musicles cramped in the arms. Afraid, humbeled i jumped and sterted to swim towards the shore. At the shore there was the boy who taught me to hold the sail, he had walked all the while folowing me down wind to se where i would end up. He jumped in, took the sail form me, and rode the board miled up wind back to the beach. I was learing to sail a boat. In the bay outside of my house, the safe bay meters from he house. I was at the helm, it was easey, turung the boat rapidley, leting the sails flip from port ot starboard fill withi wind and change direction. When boom a monster lashing of wind hit my sails at such force the boat slaped it side into the water the mast into the se and sails where filling with water, i stood on wat was the side of the seats upwards, the adrenalin rushed into my spine grating the hairs on the arms into goospumps and fear, when of couse the cigatette in mouth boy comes over and doo bee doo, soothes the sinking dying beast and brings it to booble and slide on the water. Or the regata when we rode the peaks of huge wawes of the estern wind in the middle of the canals for hours, wet and frozen and sick from the movement, showered every few hunderd meaters with wawes falling ower our heads, and just as we end the race and turn on the engine, the boat fills up with water, starts sinking actualy. The boys jump naked into the frozen sea, dive under and fix the boats whilst the others eampty the water and start it agian. In my logic I would have called a heliopter or a speed boat to rescue us. The sailors i write about above are those that sail with sails. On the other hand those who use motorboats consider sailmen to be pussied. I beg to disagree. Something very manley and male aobut one who can keep you alive at sea balancing cloth at the winds. Motor boats are just turend on and beep beep to port. Sailors also are lone wolfes sometimes, they sail, there is them and the sea and they smoke a cigarette and are content. On the the other hand they are like all the sorts of sailors lovers of women. I have never heard of a gay sailor. It just doesent mix. The sailor uniforms gay love to dress in, sailors in most cases never would wear. Transatlantic freight ship sailors, they are a different kind entireley. They are probabley descendants of those living in the hull of the ships in old days. They often do not know to driwe a boat desptie spening years working on ships. Theg generaly are in engin rooms making huge ships cut the oceans. They are the kinds of men, who at the chance of exiting the boat after months of soberitiy and lack of woman hold no grudge agians debauchery, and most often and I speak for a lot of firends are these, in fact spend all their free months on land living the debuched lives as and spnding on vine and food and women and friends all the hard earnt money they sacrefice months of life ot earn, thus making them peterpans of society, allways in money , spending it and never investing it. Fishermen. These are simple, they work a hard life in one sense spend nights in cold seas, but on the other ways they travel elnoguh are home enoguh and come to love the sea that that can not long go without it. The spend their free timee drinnig beer next to the sea, and peeing it it rather than ever resorting to toilets. They live according to the moon, when moon is high they are free and do not work. They are jovial kinds, social too, vulgar and witty they love vine and debauchery and eating fish, and are the most critical judges of fish freshness and best know how to prepare fishe dishes.