the mississippi voyager
I've been trying to figure out how to write about this without sounding overly juvenile, but have been unable to do so.On Monday, I picked up a phone call at work - it was an OIL TANKER that needed new chairs. And could I please come see them immediately? We (I went with my coworker Sarah) were given instructions to go to Swan Island, check in at the gate, receive our ID badges, and then go to Berth 313 (!) and wait for a Lieutenant (!) to come prepare us for boarding (!). Said lieutenant arrived and fitted us with hardhats, safety glasses, and steel-toed boots. Not that we were really dressed for steel-toed boots, but we made our way towards The Mississippi Voyager nonetheless, bare feet rubbing against the sides of aforementioned boots. It was so definitively a boat, in every sense - huge black hull, broad painted red band above with large white capital letters reading MISSISSIPPI VOYAGER. Even the name was characteristically nautical.
The lieutenant ended up taking us to the captain's quarters. YES!!! Sarah and I could barely contain our enthusiasm, and were out of breath while shaking his hand. He had sparkly blue eyes with unruly grey hair - exactly the way a captain should look.
I called dad that night to tell him about it, and basically spoke in caps lock the whole time: "DAD I WAS IN A BOAT!!! A BIG BOAT, A REALLY REALLY BIG BOAT!!! AND I GOT TO MEET THE CAPTAIN!!! AND HE GAVE ME A HAT!!!"
Aye Aye.
posted by jessica @ 12:02 PM
2 Comments:
I love it! Arrrggg matey.
I too have met this Captain you speak of, you are right in your accessment of his sparkling blue eyes and unruly grey hair. He does leave quite an impression. He is the Captain of my dreams. Signed L.
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