What? You, Again?

Day 6 out here and the voices have already started. This is a weird thing about being at sea that many sailors write about, the hearing of voices, even music. This passage I have also added ghostly hands knocking on our hull, as though someone wants to come in. I mean, who could possibly be knock knock knocking on the hull out here besides either a ghost or some other undead creature. Could be an alien, I guess. Whales don’t have hands. And besides we haven’t seen any.

Ordinarily hearing voices is considered in the realm of the insane or the terribly psychic, which are not mutually exclusive terms. The key here is whether the voices come from inside your head or outside. These voices are definitely outside my head, so that means I am probably sane, no matter what some people say.

I hear them often. I will be reading a book and suddenly I think people are talking in the back cabin. Or it will sound like someone is up in the cockpit talking but when I check, Mike is in the forward head. This happens for Mike, too, so that proves it’s not just me. On our last passage we both heard the same ‘people on the radio’ at the exact same time. I don’t know if that proves anything but it probably should. If only they would communicate more clearly!

Many of the sailors who have recorded these metaphysical experiences have been single handing and are seriously sleep deprived, making their reports slightly suspect. They have also been isolated from other people for long periods of time. None of those conditions apply here. We have been getting plenty of rest and we talk to each other a lot. A week at sea isn’t long enough to become psychotic when you get the level of napping we have reached.

People have theorized that these sounds, like the orchestra music that somehow is broadcast from the starboard hull (so pretty) are just your brain trying to fill in the gaps, like it’s making it’s own noise or trying to make sense of noises already there. I have two things to say to those kinds of people. First, are you out of your mind? Have you ever born witness to the amount of noise already on a small boat plying the waves? It’s already very noisy below, thank you. I don’t need to make more noise to fill in any gaps. And I already know where most of thr noises are coming from. They make complete sense to me. Wind, rattles, squeaks, thumps from waves, no problem understanding that.

Secondly, shut up. When I am busy listening to what amounts to the music of the spheres out here, or ghostly conversations (even if I can’t understand what they are saying), your efforts to explain a legit mystery of life by getting all sciencey on me are not welcome. I mean, let’s just enjoy the mystery, no? It’s like letting your spouse watch you apply makeup or see all the things you do in the bathroom. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, just enjoyed for their own sake. Seriously as much as I love and depend on science, just leave this alone because you are totally spoiling the fun. Go ask your teacher if she forgot to collect the homework or something.

I will let you know if the albatross that’s been following us starts a conversation. If he does, I hope he speaks English.

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7 thoughts on “What? You, Again?

  1. It’s just fine! On our first circumnavigation in Terrwyn I always heard voices and beautiful music on our long passages. I would often call up to Bill thinking that he was trying to get my attention. Nope. It was ‘the voices’. It made our small boat seem even smaller with all those people tyring to get in. Knocking? Yup. Heard that too. Bill was very sceptical when I told him. I think he thought it was due to the seasick meds I was taking!!

  2. I used to work in a hospital, the supply department. We were right next to the morgue. Many times I would see someone walk down an isle, that had no other way out other-than the way in. I would go see who it was, there wouldn’t be anyone, nor anything.

    Another time, my wife, Paméla and I were at some friends house. We were all in one room, I noticed their dog looking toward the corner wall. The dog kept wagging its tail.

    I’m sure that these were nothing… or was it?

  3. I get someone call my name in the Middle of the night. A woman’s voice that came from behind me. I was sitting at the helm and Dennis was sleeping. A mermaid perhaps?

  4. noticed you do not have the mizzen rigged.. too bad as that would help the boat head closer to the wind and smooth the motion when going to windward. I know it is a pain in the stern but we found it very worthwhile in certain conditions. It does drive the boat much better going to windward Also try just the mizzen and Jenny in stronger headwinds. Delightful ! and easier to handle instead of reefing.

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