The sharpest saber of the Captain

प्रकाशित: 31.10.2017

The sharpest saber of the Captain is not in his hip belt - no - his strongest and sharpest weapon are his two little azure-blue button eyes. Only in this way and no other can the Admiral and I explain why we did not leave him behind at our last anchorage today and continue on our great journey alone 😁

We were just a blink away from the second and it would have been the last - MUTINY! After the Captain forced us to celebrate the pushing up of his second incisor all night, we looked like two beaten harbor singers this morning. At 06.00 o'clock I decided - before sunrise - to secretly leave Massimo Duci, after the Captain had taken a little powernap. The attempt to straighten up my worn appearance with a decaf coffee on the beach failed miserably. And to my surprise, the little party animal also grinned at me, peaceful and joyous, when I came back to Duci. I wanted to end the matter like a (steering) man with my hand on the saber, but the Captain caught me with his two little azure-blue eyes, paralyzed me like a snake can make a rabbit stand still, and I melted away, and while my hand relaxed, I couldn't help but close this little scamp deep in my heart again...

How could I be angry with him - what we have experienced together!?

In the past nearly 50 days, we sailed on narrow coastal roads with a view of the picturesque sea, past impressive cliffs that changed color again and again. We walked through magnificent eucalyptus and pine forests 🌳 🌳 🌳 on the way to breathtaking rivers and waterfalls. We washed him and ourselves at new and exciting anchorages, planted our buttocks on strange toilets that we disinfected beforehand, or violated nature 🙄 (although we always left everything clean behind). We showered hot and sometimes cold under the open sky or directly at Duci. We bought, stole, cooked, and ate local fruits and drank beer from the tap or directly from the bottle. We saw beaches that we could not have imagined in our wildest dreams. We met other sailors, spoke, drank with them, introduced ourselves to say Arrivederci again the next or the day after. We walked on sand that was coarse-grained, fine-grained, rice-grained, gravelly, coarsely gravelly, very coarsely gravelly, and completely rocky. We stormed cities, bastions, citadels, fortresses, churches, and let Nuragic villages show us. We learned about foreign cultures, whether we wanted to or not...

We sailed 2,000 nautical miles, which is about 3,700 km, and I spent more than 3 days at the helm of Massimo Duci, which is more than 3 days of my life. The Captain took about a quarter of his life to show us the beauty of these two little Mediterranean islands... and all of this is reflected in two little azure-blue eyes that smile at me every morning and make me forget the hardships of every night!

Today is time to say goodbye! We put our fate and that of Massimo Duci in the hands of the Tirrenia shipping company and let ourselves be taken to the Italian mainland, unless their Captain is not Francesco Schettino and the ferry tips over just off the coast...

Arrivederci Sardegna! Au Revoir Corse! Tomorrow there will be pizza in Bolsena and Tartufo Salami in Orvieto and God willing (and of course the Captain) Massimo Duci will arrive back at the home port at the beginning of next week. One eye weeps, one eye is already looking for new destinations! Ahoy!

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