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I never knew that saving my own life would be so complicated. Believe me, it is much easier to drown.<\/p>\n
If you have read Old Man Sailing – or even Faster, Louder, Riskier, Sexier – you will be familiar with my attitude to drowning. I have devoted several pages to the alternative, which is to grow so old and decrepit that I end up in some care home with a jolly girl in a plastic apron saying: \u201cNever mind, let\u2019s get you cleaned up\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Believe me, I could not bear it. Far better, I reasoned, to fall over the side and watch my boat sailing away on her course into the sunset. How long would I be able to tread water? Until night falls? And then I would float on my back and look at the stars and contemplate my life and whether or not I had lived it as best I could – and all the other things people think about when they know it will be coming to an end soon.<\/p>\n
That was why, when I fitted out Samsara in 2017, I did not install an EPIRB. I told Tamsin and the children that, if I should be long overdue arriving at my destination, they were not to instigate a search and rescue operation. Either I would turn up or I wouldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Now I am 75. I heard the other day that my old friend Kim Sengupta, foreign correspondent (war correspondent, mostly) of The Independent had died – in his sleep, in his own bed in London, from a heart attack at 68.<\/p>\n
Clearly, I\u2019m supposed to be dead by now – EPIRBs are for younger people.<\/p>\n
I did begin to wonder whether I should have one in the middle of the Atlantic in 2020 when I was escaping from the first COVID Lockdown. World trade was non-existent. Pleasure boating was banned. I realised just how alone I was out there, and that if I should need to be rescued, there would be nobody passing by for me to call for help.<\/p>\n
But there was nothing I could do about it, so I stopped worrying.<\/p>\n
Yet now I have bought an EPIRB. I went into St George\u2019s on the bus (one of those wonderful 18-seater Grenadian buses that come along every three minutes and take you wherever you want to go\u2026 and sometimes kick you off because the driver has spotted 18 people waiting on the other side of the road wanting to the other way\u2026)<\/p>\n
I had been thinking about an EPIRB ever since the crossing from the Cape Verdes. It was late in the season because I had been delayed by the knockdown repairs in the Canaries and then there were the phone calls from Mindelo about the house sale (which went through in the end, you\u2019ll be glad to hear).<\/p>\n
\u00a0So, there I was halfway through the 2,131-mile Atlantic crossing when it occurred to me that I hadn\u2019t seen a ship for three days – hadn\u2019t even picked one up within 30 miles on the AIS, come to that. I certainly hadn\u2019t talked to any other yachts (they were all anchored in Prickly Bay, their crews heading for Happy Hour in the One Love Bar).<\/p>\n
I began to think logically about what would happen if I did hit The Container.<\/p>\n
The Container is something that tends to preoccupy the singlehanded sailor if he lets his guard down. The Container is out there – and with the speed Samsara was chasing down her Westing even with the rudder held together with string (see The Voyage #2 book), hitting The Container would put an end to the narrative with a bang. Literally.<\/p>\n
I had it all worked out: I would take to the liferaft. I had two hand-held VHF radios. I would wait until a ship came past and then I would call up (all tentative and apologetic) and ask \u201cCould you give me a lift?<\/p>\n
Except there were no ships – no yachts. In fact, not even any sealife or birdlife.<\/p>\n
Just me.<\/p>\n
I began to feel just a tiny bit anxious.<\/p>\n
I was not anxious about falling over the side and seeing the boat sail away – that would be my own fault and all part of the plan.<\/p>\n
But to run into The Container out of sheer bad luck when I was actually doing everything right – well, that just wouldn\u2019t be fair. I could imagine the sort of language that would emanate from the little liferaft in the middle of nowhere.<\/p>\n
I could imagine how much I would regret not having an EPIRB.<\/p>\n
And now I\u2019ve got Mr Musk\u2019s Starlink, I bet I would use that to call for help – and then someone would have all the inconvenience of finding me from my last known position. I felt a certain obligation to make it as easy as possible for them.<\/p>\n
Hence the EPIRB – and it\u2019s my own fault for leaving it so long.<\/p>\n
Buying it in Grenada means it is registered in the USA. This makes a difference because Samsara is a British vessel and I will have to get it reprogrammed to summon help from Falmouth rather than the US Coast Guard Maritime Search & Rescue Center in Virginia – where the inference is that my plight would be less of a priority than if I\u2019d paid my taxes to Uncle Sam.<\/p>\n
The nearest place to get it reprogrammed is Cura\u00e7ao, 400 miles away.<\/p>\n
Also, I discover that in order to screw it onto the bulkhead, I have to take it to pieces, and I cannot for the life of me work out how to put it back together again. On top of everything else, there is a hidden spring that throws the device out of its casing without warning and hits me smack in the face.<\/p>\n
It would be just my luck to run into The Container and go to the bottom while still reading the instructions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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