A number of years ago, I was seated on a bench in Halifax, watching a cruise ship prepare to leave. I had noted a tall-masted sailing boat pass, but was more immersed in the huge ship leaving port. Suddenly a man was at my back, asking me to move so I would not get struck in the head.
I turned to see the sailing boat – The Bluenose – coming alongside. It edged toward the dock, closer and closer, and then a crew member on the bow shouted to me. He asked if I would grab a rope when it was thrown. I agreed, happy to do so. I immediately had the bow line in my hands and at my feet.
They shouted down to me and asked that I put it over the ‘second’ post. This proved to be quite a chore for something thicker than my arm and heavy in weight. It took a couple of minutes, but I slipped it over. I jumped back. It was a taut rope indeed.
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