Well,
another way to conjure up a breeze is to stick a knife in the mast. Bit of a problem, actually, if your mast is
aluminum or carbon fiber; and I once met a round-the-worlder who said it had
never worked for him anyway, even though he had a wooden mast.
Instead, he
always ate baked beans when the wind died away. He swore it had the desired
effect; that is, the wind would return within the hour. He had more than 50
cans of Mr. Heinz’s vegetarian beans stuffed into a locker under the V-berth.
Needless to say, he was a singlehander, so there was no crew to experience the
interesting side effects of this ritual.
One sure way
to bring the wind back is to embark on some shipboard project that demands
hours of calm seas and easy motion, such as varnishing the topmast. By the time
you have made all the preparations, and even before you can apply the first
lick of varnish, the wind will be howling.
A more
subtle ritual would be to share a good bottle of wine with the god of the wind,
Aeolus. One glass for you, one glass for him, ad infinitum, with some subtle
hints for a decent wind thrown in now and then. The lovely thing about this
ritual is that if it doesn’t work, you no longer care.
Today’s Thought
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer’s day
Robs one light seed from the feather’d grass
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
— John Keats, Hyperion.
Tailpiece
“Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup.”(22) “Well, sir, they have to keep warm somehow, you know.”
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