Last Wednesday my Dad woke me up at the crack of dawn with a series of relentless, unforgiving phone calls…
Assuming, obviously, that he’d either won the lottery or someone had died, I eventually picked up and, through my sleepy haze, heard him say:
“They just announced on the radio that they’re looking for two volunteers between 16-24 to help sail one of the Tall Ships from Dublin to Liverpool for three days. Why don’t you apply?”
“…why don’t I apply?” I said to my boyfriend an hour later through a mouthful of cereal, “I could sail a pirate ship!”
He rolled his eyes.
(He does that a lot.)
“I could sail a fucking pirate ship” I said, louder this time, unsure whether I was trying to convince him or myself.
“Just apply then” he replied, trying to muffle a laugh at the thought of me trying to hoist a sail, “Loads of people have probably rang in though, so you probably won’t get it.”
Fast forward twenty-four hours and I’m sat in a board room in Liverpool getting briefed by Jim; Chair of the Merseyside Adventure Sailing Trust, about the best remedies to combat sea sickness…
…and that was that. I had just, on a whim, volunteered to hang up my heels and climb aboard the De Gallant for three days.
Basically, for those who don’t know; every year over the August bank holiday, around 14 tall ships spend around three days racing across the Irish Sea in a regatta stretching from Dublin to Liverpool… and this year little old Scarlett is going to be part of the Swashbuckling crew!
So, let’s not beat around the bush… here are just a few of the things I’m a wee bit concerned about:
Being a Klutz
More times than I’d care to admit, I’ll be holding a glass full of water and the next thing I know there’s a loud smash and my feet are wet… I, quite literally, just forget to keep holding. I’m sure that this is exactly the sort of thing that is frowned upon when climbing the rigging!
Taking a dip:
Along with my all-consuming fear that a freak wave will wash me right off the deck, one of the items on our Kit List is ‘swimwear’. Sorry, what the fuck? I’ve taken the ferry across the Irish sea before and I can categorically say, there is absolutely no way I would survive popping in for a quick dip.
Being Camera Ready:
I’m no diva, but with all the North West media outlets, from the papers to local news channels covering the event, I’m not sure the “three days on a boat” look is the one I fancy facing camera’s with. So the real question is, how frowned upon is it to take a bottle of St. Tropez on a boat with you?
Concerns aside, I definitely fancy myself as the next rum-swigging, Jack Sparrow and giving the pirate life a go has always been a dream of mine… so stay tuned for updates.