Feeling the sun on your face, the wind in your hair you feel really alive. Sailing is one of those things that you can't explain why its so fun until you are on the water actually doing it. Then you feel like you should always be sailing, that its the one thing you have in life thats fun and why don't you do more of it? These moments last until the first mishap causes the sail to come swinging from its locked position to your skull, the winds change, the sun fades and you are suddenly in the midst of a violent storm you swear you didn't see coming.
Yes I went from being all happy and "I'M SAILING!" to clocked upside the head dealing with blood streaming from the wound and having to try and right the small boat I was on now that a storm had hit. On top of that despite it not having appeared during the nice part of sailing, I was suddenly having sea sickness and vomiting (though that could have also been a result of the head wound) at least my bladder infection had mostly subsided so I didn't piss myself while vomiting and frantically trying to regain control of my ship.
It was futile, I'm not a good sailor in the best of conditions and certainly not trained to handle terrible weather (or trained at all to be perfectly honest). Which factored in with where I ended up. See apparently I thought I was sailing home (which would be north) I was actually sailing east, which would not be home at all, nor anywhere near a large land mass outside of a continent very very far away from me. Thankfully I collided with an island, not so thankfully the ship was destroyed in the meantime and I broke my damn arm on top of the head wound. So it was one of those lose, lose, good gods how much did I lose. Moments. At least the island wasn't completely uninhabited, but like everything else, THAT WAS THE PROBLEM!
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