Cap’n Noah left the ship early on Baby and went in to the dock at Owl Head. When he returned, he had his wife, Jane and their son, Oscar with him. They would join us for breakfast and the sail back to Rockland. Oscar is a delightful, happy young lad and was happy to see his Daddy. Our final meal was just as good as all of the others. Aimee had whipped up turnovers as a appetite whetter, then brought out an egg souffle with corned beef hash. Soon, Baby was rigged as a pusher boat and we went around the point and made our way back along the breakwater and the large oil drilling rig back to Rockland around 10 AM.
We said our final farewells and drug our seabags from below and up the gangway back to civilization, leaving behind the oldest sailing vessel in continuous service in the United States. No more hauling lines to raise sail or working the anchor windlass.
No more remembering to turn around before going below. Or hand pumping the head. Or any more of Aimee’s fabulous meals or appetizers. No more Charlie Noble. Or sunset cannon. Or Cap’n Noah telling us the history of this port or that lighthouse or island. No more chatting and joking with all of the other great passengers on this sailing adventure.
Until next time……
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