The thing about adventures is, you never know whether you’re going to like what you got yourself into until “that moment.” You know, the one where the proverbial you-know-what hits the fan and you decide if you die doing this if it was still worth it. I always figure the idea of something has to meet that standard at least in order for me to sign up.
So yeah, there was one of those moments on my latest adventure. I had been following the building and voyages of the Draken longship for a few years, and when I saw they were looking for crew volunteers for the 2018 tour, I was all, “Yeah, baby! Get my Viking on!” What with one thing and another, my original eight week stint ended up being just ten days, but pretty cool nonetheless!
And that moment? There we are off the Outer Banks. It’s 4am and we are at the change of watch. The predicted short-lived 30 knot winds have been sustaining for many more hours than expected, and with top speeds well in excess of the forecasted max. Lots of water over the bow, confused waves of several meters in height, open boat in the ocean, you get the picture. The captain musters the two on-deck watches and says something along the lines of, “It’s not that the ship is going down, but I want everyone to get into their survival suits.”
It’s at that moment you either vow never to set foot in a boat again so long as you live if only you survive this experience, or you go, “Well, I hope I can sleep in this thing” and crawl off to bed because this shit? Yeah, this is normal and nothing to get worked up about.
Just another day at the office, only with Vikings.