I fight against my eyes gradually
closing. The whole universe seems to be revealing itself in every new star that
glimmers into sight. Yet my eyes are slowly betraying me in favor of sleep
after a long day. I’m curled up in the mainstays’l on the house top before my
watch starts, procrastinating sleep for just a few more minutes of star gazing.
Out in the middle of the
subtropical Pacific anchored at Fanning I am in a completely new world. Yet I
am overcome by a feeling of home. Surrounded by with lush coconut trees, coral
reefs, and a blazing sun, which leaves enough heat so that even now in the
middle of the night I am comfortable in shorts and a tank I am clearly a long
way from home in Seattle. But in my sail “hammock” I’m being rocked ever so
slightly by the usual swing associated with being close to shore. The familiar
chirp from the depth sounder and the noise of sails creaking have become as
comforting as my puppies snoring peacefully at home. Its remarkable how three
weeks on the ship have simply flown by. The Seamans has truly become our home
and we’ve learned it like the back of our hand -well someone else’s hand that
doesn’t seem to be constantly plagued with new cuts and scrapes- boat checks
are completed with a sense of ease from knowing how the boat should be looking.
Number of steps from the bunk to the head memorized so that even before the
night vision kicks in, we can still get ready for watch without stumbling about
the ship. This comfort surrounds me in a way I’ve only experienced before at
home. The Seamans has certainly become home. Only this home is always
guaranteed to have the best sunsets and views from the rail.
Gazing out into a never-ending
universe my thoughts are running away with me. After Evan’s uncommon dialogue
about the vastness of the universe, I can’t stop gazing into the stars with
amazement and awe. This feeling has come over me a lot this trip. A nearly
inexplicable feeling of pure joy so overwhelming that I can’t help giggle and
smile. From when we first set sail, the first sunset, making our way into
Palmyra, the swimming hole, spending time at north beach, to now - laying out
on the boat willing sleep to wait just a few more minutes, these moments
overtake me and remind me why I am doing Stanford@SEA in the first place. For
the adventure, for the fun, for the people, and to reconnect with my most
joyous self.
My eyes close briefly. Then a
distinct splash of the port side – dolphins. I’m falling asleep on a beautiful
ship, in the middle of the Pacific next to an incredible new island to explore,
surrounded by dolphins. I feel asleep with a smile, one that I haven’t been
able to shake off since.
-Anja Brandon
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