"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain

A Tribute to Captain JB Smith

The Spring 2012 Discovery semester was no doubt a success. During the last days of our voyage and the graduation ceremony many reflections and thanks were touched upon. But there is one sentiment I would like to express more clearly, which is gratitude for sailing with Captain JB Smith. Captain Smith set a positive tone that enabled those of us onboard to dig in and put forth our best efforts throughout our journey from St. Thomas to Boston. When you sail with JB you embark on a quest to interact with interesting people and discover the subtleties of natural wonders, while fostering your connection to the sea. His good nature and sense of humor make the quest a delight to be a part of. His attention to detail and personable approach enables him to maintain friendships and recall life histories throughout the West Indies and eastern seaboard. These connections provide insight into our ports of call and lay the groundwork track down the best soursop smoothies, chutney, artwork, liberation jellies, galamanders, and vistas.

When you ask JB a question, he often does not respond with a simple “yes” or “no.” Rather than limit options or ideas, he encourages people to consider the factors at hand and make informed suggestions. He recognizes there is not one way to approach a situation or place and, ultimately, his ambiguous responses persuades people to do the leg work to make informed decisions based on dynamic variables. So if you really want to make something happen, you need to put in the effort, plea your case, and catch the right weather forecast.

With so much experience and dedication to sail training, he is an extraordinary captain. You can completely trust his leadership and be confident in his sensible and wise decisions. He understands the seas and he understands people. His familiarity with particular places is comforting and his willingness to go to new places is exciting. His appreciation of maritime arts is inspiring. While he does have well formed opinions, ultimately, JB prioritizes the ship’s company and the boat itself above everything else. He steps aside to challenge those onboard and bring out the best in people. Captain Smith demands that people go beyond what they are comfortable with and develop their skills. He sets high standards and rarely allows exceptions.

Throughout an entire expedition, Captain Smith never seems to lose his sparkle. He maintains his enthusiasm for important details that cumulatively add up to the great sum of the experience. Things like determining the probability of a green flash, anchoring by the Statue of Liberty, snorkeling at Mona Island, watching finback whales lunge feed for hours, visiting Sandy Cay in Carriacou, striking colors at sunset, turning around in Carvers Harbor, providing water hyacinths sunlight, searching for puffins, and sailing in to Antigua Harbor fill the pages of our journals and become the shared experiences of our days. Thus, each day aboard is touched by some sort of magic.

Captain Smith’s recognition of the importance of people’s time skillfully swings people into action to make the most of each day. There are few people as distinguished, skillful, agreeable, and animated who can do what he does with such zest. He certainly has mastered the art of sailing and voyaging.

Thank you Captain Smith. It has been an honor to sail with you as the captain of the Spring 2012 trip. You gave it your magical touch that can only be experienced by those who have been lucky enough to have sailed with you.

Fair Winds,

Christine Honan Simpson

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>> May 2, 2012

The most incredible thing just happened. I was aloft on the mainmast enjoying a calm sunset, rocking gently back and forth with the swells. I noticed the wind pick up ever so slightly so I zipped up my jacket. The wind picked up a little more, and then more again. A small nip on the radar reflector snapped on the foremast where Jackson was sitting and flung into the air. We looked at each other in confusion for a second, then a HUGE gust of wind knocked into the sails. "Hold on tight!" Jackson yelled as the boat began to heel. The masts creaked and moaned as gust after gust of wind barreled into the sails, pushing us forward in quick bursts (I later found out we were going 10.5 knots, a trip record). I glanced aft to see our deep wake, then down where bodies scrambled out of the hatches, half-dressed, to help. A piece of clothing flew into the churning sea. Everyone grabbed ahold of the fisherman's halyards and yanked it down. The boat was at a dangerous angle, and I could see the waves getting ready to crawl under the scuppers. On deck they struggled with the fisherman until they got it on deck and the boat tipped back to a normal angle. Someone on deck yelled for Jackson and I to come down and quickly I squeezed through the cross trees and clambered down the ratlines. It was a sunset to remember.

Chapin, Yarmouth, ME

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>> May 1, 2012




"If I make it there   I'll make it anywhere  It's up to you  New York, New York"
 Frank Sinatra's voice sang out over the intercom and carried us all on deck. As I left the companionway my breath was taken: above us, Lady Liberty emerged from the fog, tall and noble, and students stood in wonder, all except Patricia and Elizabeth who danced the Foxtrot with big goofy grins painted on their faces. We remained on deck long after the city lights came out. They were a departure from the starry night sky, but they were beautiful.

From the moment we entered Sandy Hook Channel I was inspired by the students. They successfully tacked up and down the Lower Hudson with Brendan at the helm, an impressive feat considering the traffic, variable winds and pressure of getting each tack just right. This would have seemed impossible two months ago, but they they handled it with ease. Peter W had planned our course through tight channels and he and Claire used the chart and buoys to successfully complete the task. Once anchored, Lady Liberty watched over us throughout the stormy night. The next morning we woke to beckoning seas and marveled at the city as we passed through the East River. With students perched aloft photographing the skyscrapers, I couldn't help but revel in the fact that the first skyscrapers were not in cities, but on the sea. Old square-rigged ships carried sails so high they were referred to as sky-scrapers, and above that were the moon-rakers and then star-gazers. Inspiration all around. 

Our passage up the Long Island Sounds was a high point of the trip; the conditions were perfect and we traveled 5 knots using only the staysail. Students were in high spirits despite the cold. In Mystic we made connections to our maritime past, visiting the Charles W. Morgan, various exhibits of all things maritime including figureheads and music, and even had the chance to row whaling boats. Students worked on their ditty bags in a sail loft and experienced Mystic Seaport in the intimate way of a mariner.

Our visit in Mystic coincided well with academics. In Maritime Literature students discussed The Sea-Wolf while sitting in the fish hold of the L.A. Dutton, an old and fast whaling schooner. In Maritime History students are finishing their independent research projects, and those who are researching whaling and fishing sailboats found themselves immersed in their topics of study. In Marine Science students are finishing independent lab reports. With the end of the semester quickly approaching, students find themselves busy, both with schoolwork and with the pressing need to make the most of every second. 


A special thank you to Katie's parents and grandparents for their hospitality. We all enjoyed the barbaque immensely.


Abbey, Literature Teacher

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>> April 23, 2012


From March 7th, Docked in Freeport, Grand Bahamas.


Photo credit: Audrey Sheehan
I’m sitting against a dock line, my feet on the cat rail, staring out across the Freeport Marina. For some reason the moon has been especially beautiful the last couple of nights, and although you can’t actually see very many stars, the tired twinkling of the container cranes beacons is an interesting substitute. If I stood up and turned around, I’d see more machines, industrial and serious looking, so different from our port experiences to date. Freeport is everything we’ve learnt to despise, to condemn. It is a globalized industrial port with oil tankers, free zones, and environmentally unsound practices. China owns it and the Bush brothers run it… Theoretically Freeport should be the epitome of the worst of the worst, but it’s not. For some reason, Freeport has attracted me in a way no other port has, its real. Whether we like it or not container ships and oil tankers are the realities of the modern world. They’re what todays sailors sail. The support & pilot boats, Tugs & barges, even the massive oil transits here, this is all happening, its real work being done professionally and efficiently. There isn’t ethnic history or tourist following filling up the harbor, there is cranes & pipes & huge mechanical monsters working away. Maybe it’s just the realness that impresses me. It’s kind of like watching Grey’s Anatomy or CSI as a kid. You can’t help but want to be a doctor or a crime investigator when you grow up; they just seem so intense and exciting. Except here it’s real. Basically what I heard Ms.Hughes telling Zack sums it up, “Get involved with this business (modern maritime) and you’ll see the world at its most interesting. That’s always what I’ve wanted to do, what better way to do it than from a boat.”


-LIBBY ARFORD
Brunswick, Maine.

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>> April 22, 2012


“You have to count your underwear because if you have 30 pairs you can wear one every day!” Elizabeth excitedly told me as she contemplated our time remaining on the Harvey Gamage during a particularly cold bucket shower. We have been living on this ship for three months now, and we are all closer than ever before.
Photo credit: Jackson Stevens
Today is my 17th birthday, and definitely my happiest. Living on a ship is so unlike living in your own house, closed up in your own little world. I woke up at four this morning to get on watch and a flood of Happy Birthday’s comes to my ears. I am special here, completely welcomed and loved. On land, birthdays seem so much less significant… someone could easily think, “Oh, another person out of the seven billion on earth is having a birthday. Woop-dee-doo. Millions of other people are probably celebrating their birthday today, too.” It is nothing like that on the Harvey Gamage. No one can’t acknowledge my birthday- there are only 31 of us on board! In this world I am an important subject in everyone’s life; I felt love from every person on board, as well as from my family and friends back on land.
During daily almanac, I got a huge group hug and everyone sang to me. My watch spelled out “MEG BIRTHDAY” in signal flags on the mainmast and flew them all day (the most nautical birthday card I’ve ever received). Pierre cooked a double chocolate cake for dessert with my name on it. I lost track of how many hugs I got today.

The quote on the board today is on a conversation I had with Audrey last night:
            Audrey: “Meg, what do you want to be when you grow up?”           
            Me: “AWESOME!”

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