Yep, that's the Goodewind. Built in 1928 and apparently still sailing. |
He and Pan got on Goodewind—a
steel-hulled ketch from World War II days—at Papeete for the sail to Pitcairn
Island itself. On his first midnight watch with Quint, a first mate of sorts,
young Stillman was left at the wheel while Quint went into the chart room and
stayed there for a while looking at charts. Stillman, not wanting to reveal his
naivete, chose to reveal his fecklessness instead.
He thought he could stay on course simply by watching the
bubble-shaped compass. Stay true to a SE heading and what could go wrong?
Except idiosyncracies of the sea sent him a couple degrees north of SE, then a
touch south of SE, and with a little more correction a bit further north of SE,
then a little too much SSE … ESE … etc., etc. etc. With each correction,
Stillman’s fear ramped up as he tried to cover up his incompetence and the
accompanying embarrassment.
And suddenly the boat lurched around, the main sail swung,
and the boat came around in quite an opposite course than intended. The sudden thunk and shift brought out the crew
like a handful of fretful ants—Quint first then the captain and everyone else.
Stillman was speechless with shame as he realized he had stupidly endangered
lives and a sailboat due to his own inexperience and fear of appearing stupid …
ultimately proving the point.
Fortunately, the wind was less than forceful and no lasting
harm was done. The crew turned the ketch around and the voyage continued—though
Stillman received a kindly talking-to by the captain. Stillman, though, would
not have thought it inappropriate—and would not have protested one wit—if the captain had keel-hauled his sorry ass for
being a self-absorbed dumbshit.
The Goodewind crew
soon taught Stillman, and he soon learned, that proper piloting is not a matter
of being slavish to four letters, numbered degrees, and vertical lines on
a floating ball. A sailboat sails best when the pilot picks a slow-moving
cloud, or better, a bright star, and gently points the bow in its general
direction. Direction is best managed with a gentle hand on the wheel and a feel for wind.