Listening to "Diamonds and Rust" by Joan Baez
Aye (also Aye-Aye) The sailor's way of saying "yes" or "I understand." In common use in English ashore as well as aboard ship in the 16th century, it has two possible sources; one, the Old French je or o je (yes, that say I); and the other, the more likely early English yie, yes. -From Origins of Sea Terms by J.G. Rogers
We had a bit of a scare the other day that had nothing to do with sailing, and yet could greatly affect our ability to sail...at least in the short term.
The wallet went missing. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
A friend had stopped by the boat the evening before. As she was leaving she offered to drive me to the less expensive grocery store that was a bit of a hike to get to. I had the wallet then. I know I did because I paid for the groceries. What happened after that is where things get a bit fuzzy.
Drake was at the cafe using their internet. Was he there before I got back from the store? Yes, which means he had already paid for a coffee. I joined him, but didn't get anything because the shop was about to close. Did I have the wallet then? I don't know.
Packaging was disposed of and groceries were put away. Shit! I took the trash out. Did the wallet get thrown out with the sea of cardboard and plastic? Was it left at the grocery store? Put in a random pocket? Did it fall in the water as I climbed aboard?
All these thoughts were going through my head as I trekked back to the grocery store (sorry, no wallet here), checked the cafe (nope), and rifled through every random piece of clothing and bag that any sort of a pocket.
The very real possibility that we would not find the wallet and that oh-so-important card inside started to become a reality, but instead of completely losing my cool I was reasonably calm. Why? Because we have a backup.
Being prepared is just part of living on a sailboat, especially while cruising to far off places. Before leaving almost a year and a half ago we made lists of every spare part and tool aboard Paragon, then systematically went over those stores to see if we had the proper amount. Did we really need three hammers? (no) Were there enough spare belts for the auto pilot? (yes) Were three oil filters enough? (no)
Then, based on an offhand comment from a friend, we turned our focus to finances. We had been so intent on the gear part of our preparations that we had entirely neglected to think of a backup plan in regard to money. What would happen if we lost our card? Or it was stolen? Or there was a security breach that was beyond our control?
We immediately remedied the situation and transformed one of my accounts into the backup account. It was a completely separate account, with card, that would always have a reserve of emergency funds for a worst case scenario. There were no links to our main account, which meant damage control if our primary card was compromised, and we also had an easy option to transfer in funds if necessary.
That foresight meant that now, despite the possible inconvenience of having to deal with a stolen or lost card, we still had the ability to access funds. We had piece of mind.
As I started to lose hope of ever finding the missing wallet I decided, no matter how random or unlikely it might be, to search every locker and drawer I had touched in the last twenty four hours. That is what led me to empty the fridge that I had stocked up the night before after the trip to the grocery store and...
At the very bottom, nestled next to the mushrooms, was our little Star Trek themed Tyvek wallet. I am certain that the entire marina heard my whoop of joy as I snatched if from the most unlikely of places.
As we sat in the cockpit, enjoying a celebratory cocktail and admiring the moon, I couldn't help but protest to Mr. Spock that the fridge was not a logical choice for keeping a wallet.
|A full moon in the marina in Tórshavn|