the crew is raring to hoist the four sails.
A schooner is a sailboat that
has more than one mast, with the fore-
mast as long as or shorter than the aft
mast. Schooners sail fast and short-
handed, so three sailors could eas-
ily manage this boat, although this day
brings many more on board to cater to
the 40-some passengers (mostly day-
trippers) who’ve assembled on deck.
Nathan recruits a few willing landlubbers to help hoist, and we’re off.
The ubiquitous scent of crabcakes wafts
past us as we make the tight turn into Spa
Creek. To our left, a mated pair of ospreys
perch atop a channel marker. I turn to
trace the charming steeples and domes of
the Annapolitan skyline, whose profile is
pleasantly devoid of high-rises.
“Careful with the staysail boom,” a
crew member cautions, reminding us
that in high winds it can swing powerfully, and without warning.
“And if you should plan on going for
an unplanned swim, we will pick you up
like a fish,” the main captain, Ken Kaye,
adds with wry assurance. “It will be as
humiliating as possible.”
Tanned and lean, Kaye takes a light-
Woodwind sets sail on
the Severn river.