September 15, 2011 in Category At Sea,Australia,Scarlett Adventures...,Sydney

Sail On A Pirate Ship

Having a (potentially) unhealthy obsession with the sea and anything pirate themed generally, you can imagine how excited I was when I got the chance to sail on Sydney’s Southern Swan; a real 1922 Barquentine.

When I found out there was the option to climb the mast my excitment levels went into overdrive – finally a chance to reinact the infamous scene in Pirates of the Caribbean where we’re first introduced to Captain Jack Sparrow.

As I was mentally listing placed where I could get a reasonably priced pirate’s hat from, whilst simultaniously playing the Curse of the Black Pearl soundtrack in my head… the lad at the ticket office and my Dad have a different view. Between exchanging sideways glances and some of the most un-subtle eye rolling you’ve ever seen, they ‘suggested’ that – given my previous sporting failures, perhaps battling against the elements to climb a 22 foot pole wouldn’t be one of my smartest ideas.

“Pish posh.” I said, (well… sort of yelled it as I was in a piratey frame of mind. I might have said it in a sort of accent too) as I turned on my heel and went to see how my wardrobe would cater for such an event. I figured it was a game of mental strength, not physical.

As the beautiful ship moored up I had somehow turned into the cockiest person alive. A complete arsehole if I’m honest .. with various remarks like, “It’s not even that high”… “I’ve climbed bigger than that pissed!”

Sailing along was even better than I could have imagined; the sea was sparkling, I had the wind in my hair and a beer in my hand. Although, as we got further out to sea, the wind began to whip around the ship faster and faster – for me that just added to the feeling of a real voyage (plus I was wearing my boyfriends oversized hoodie and had fought people out theway to sit in the only patch of sunshine.) Relaxing with a beer, all plans of climbing the mast had gone out of my head… until of course the option reared it’s ugly head.

As the wind whipped around us and the mast swayed tentatively, nobody wanted to climb it… no-one was that stupid. And suddenly, the spotlight was on me.

So I did.

I climbed to the top in 3 minutes flat, like a fat little monkey – swinging around the crows nest like a pro. Everyone was applauding… chanting my name…

Yeah, I’m obviously lying – instead I bottled it completely. I wanted to feel like a pirate, but I didn’t want to die.

Not wanting to bow out completely, I asked if I could steer the ship. Not with my hands, the 7 year old before me had done that, with my feet… just like the captain was. I was semi-joking, so when he got down and gestured for me to get up I was shocked.

I think I did OK, only ploughing down a few ships…

Joke, I was only up there for ten minutes, not long enough to cause too much havoc. It was a consellation prize, but next time I’ll definately be standing at the top of the mast… I swear…

10 comments… read them below or add one

Simply Paul September 15, 2011 at 8:14 pm

That soubds like a fun experience. I love the pic with you standing on the wheel.


cece September 15, 2011 at 10:18 pm

I just recently did this as well…but it seemed like u had a much more interactive experience


Carola September 16, 2011 at 5:19 pm

Ahoy!!!! This seems like a great experience, the pics are great. You are always up to something good.


Emma's Bucket List September 16, 2011 at 5:57 pm

Thanks so much for your comment on my Zorbing post earlier. I had no idea you were so close to me! We should get together and do some of the mutual items on our bucket list! I often struggle to find people to do the crazy stuff I want to do with me!!


Vanessa September 17, 2011 at 5:41 pm

Looks like such a fun experience! Steering with your feet? Awesome.


101 Things Before You Die September 20, 2011 at 3:56 am

Hey, steering a ship with your feet is still pretty cool too! I guess I’d only consider climbing something if they could hook me in somehow. I don’t think I’d do it without a harness or something.


Stefanie September 22, 2011 at 11:57 am

That looks like so much fun. I don’t blame you for not climbing the mast…I wouldn’t have even contemplated it. Would you have been harnessed in at all?


Jeff September 22, 2011 at 7:09 pm

“the wind in my hair and a beer in my hand.”

What better way to enjoy life! :)


Thomas September 23, 2011 at 7:08 pm

Oh…I’m so sad… You should have come to my island….i sail (not a classic boat like that but a huge catamaran), i drink rum, and I do just about whatever my heart pleases… indeed a real pirate… on the flip side, I’m about as close to a professional adventure seeker as they come….

love your blog….

oh dammit…i’m so sad i missed the getting naked in front of an audience….oh wait…if you add, I need to go to the caribbean to meet a real modern day pirate who smells great and flosses….I might have to ask for an encore…lol… again…love your blog…fun..frisky…



Jen (Scarlett) September 26, 2011 at 9:16 am

Thanks Paul :)

CeCe.. I can’t wait to read your tales ofthe seven seas as well!x

Thanks Carola… I just seem to get myself in daft situations x

Em… Definately, FB me x

Vanessa, it’s a lot harder than the captain let on, I felt like a monkey trying to use scisssors!!

Stef and Jess… They have a rope..literally a boat’s rope tied around your waist acting as a harness… not the type of thing that inspires confidence when the winds are blowing you around xxx

Jeff… it’s fucking fabulous!!

Thomas… you’ve painted yourself as quite the Jack Sparrow… I hope you can back it up with tales of the Seven Seas, Singapore and a lot of Rum! Thanks for you’re lovely comments though, I’m already loving hearing you’re take on life from the erotic Virgin islands themselves x

Thanks for the comments lovies… sorry I’m so shit with responses on my travels x


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