Nautie Tugs Have Nicer Sterns

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Sometimes things just unfold.  One second you're going one way and the next thing you know you're going another way. A path that you didn't even consider becomes a viable option and that friends, is exactly why I'm currently sitting on a tugboat headed to ports unknown.  

When I was in school I took Tug & Barge and it was hands down one of the best experiences I had. It was incredibly hands on - we spent all day on the tug - much of the day was spent moving around the barge. It was fabulous.  

Getting out of school I went deep sea. I worked on ships and I moved up my license. I didn't really consider tugs because the tonnage wouldn't have moved up my license.  

Now here I am. I've maxed out my license, I've hopped around the industry (and let's be honest I've struggled to find a home since my favorite ship was reflagged), I've moved back home to Hilo and I've had to do some soul searching. 

What it boils down to is that it's been harder and harder for me to get excited to go to sea. I've just slowly been losing steam. It's been longer than I care to admit that I enjoyed a watch, had fun with my shipmates or really felt like I was excited to learn something new.  All of this is out of character for me. I'm excitable. I enjoy the sea. I love to learn.  

When a friend said, 'why don't you try tugs. You might be surprised!'  I thought, what the heck...I've got nothing to lose.  

One week later I flew out to meet a tug in Japan. Destination to be determined.  

As I stagger around the tug (because ummmm....these tugs really move around...more on this to follow...) it feels new. Right now, new feels good.  

Primordial Ooze

I've realized that all that cheap Chinese shit we keep buying isn't really all that cheap. There's a price to pay....and Mother Nature seems to be the one paying it. 

If there was ever a place in the world where primordial ooze actually existed it would be China.

Steaming through huge drifts of bright green seaweed I couldn't help but wonder if it was actually some toxic byproduct of some incredibly unethical production plant somewhere.  

Instead I decided to just enjoy the bright green next to the blue and the novelty of sailing through what looked like a golf course.  

Seaweed Sighting

M.L.I.S.W. :: Union Halls and The Clan

I had another one of those moments.  The kind of moment where I'm standing on the bridge in the middle of the night listening to my watchstanders talk and I think, 'Holy crap, my life is so weird!'. AB1:  I heard the Union Hall in Jacksonville is really nice.

AB2:  Yeah, I think they re-did it recently.

AB1:  I've never been there.

AB2:  I don't go to the hall in Jacksonville because that's where Clan headquarters is.

AB1:  Clan?  What Clan?

AB2:  THE Clan.

AB1:  Clan?  I don't know of no Clan.

AB2:  The KKK.  The Clan.

AB1:  I didn't think that existed anymore.

AB2:  The KKK?  Of course it exists!!!!  They're the K-K-K!!!!

AB1:  Yeah, but they're not powerful anymore.

AB2:  I dunno.....

AB1:  You know why they're not powerful right?

AB2:  Uuuh.....

AB1:  Because of the FBI.

AB2:  (Silence)

AB1:  Yessuh.  The FBI came in and broke all that shit up.

AB2:  Well, I'm not going to Jacksonville to find out.....