Blue Flower

The water is always bluer on the other side of the pond
“My world is blue” says the old song, and as I sit in the Tuamotus on my sailboat, I think of the many shades of blue that have colored my world in the two years I have been cruising.

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“I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
Early on in my career as a captain, I ran aground following the advice of a friend knowledgeable in the local waters. At the time of the grounding I was at the helm, nervously doubting his directions, while he was standing on the bow acting as guide. Following his directions carefully, we ran hard aground on an outgoing tide. My friend claimed immediate responsibility, stating clearly for everyone to hear that he would pay the bill, and that it was his fault we ran aground. He was a wealthy retiree and I took him at his word. We called the local boat towing company on the VHF radio and they pulled us off with no damage to the boat. The bill for the tow company came in at $345.00. I was in college at the time, and it seemed like a crushingly large expense. Since he didn’t have his wallet aboard, I paid the tow company and trusted him to get the money to me later.

Months later I brought up the incident to an old, retired, and greatly decorated Captain. Since he knew the friend in question and had heard the same story from both of us, I thought that I would ask his advice on how to collect this debt.