Most people don't know this, but I owned my own ocean going boat at 12. I used to tow logs to the local sawmill with it, running a profitable business and benefiting the local community with fine (if salty) lumber. I am a superb seaman, with more than 50 years experience being all wet. I also have experience being towed by a Russian tug (lowest bid) in the largest tanker that ever docked in Portland. Given the likelihood that any yacht purchased by Hive will eventually be towed by a Russian tug, I am the only real choice to captain that yacht, since I am the only Hive user pre-qualified by experience to handle that business. Also, I will be gentle on the DHF, requiring only 200k HBD/month to undertake such great responsibility.
Do let @lockshades know I am available.
Thanks!
If you need a first mate I look great with a parrot! Gotta post the odd image here and there for 'accountability'. Ooh ahh.
Parrots have a nasty bite, and perching them on shoulders makes earlobes highly vulnerable. I think that's why so many pirates had pierced ears. One of the most important jobs of a First Mate is to carry the Captain back to his berth after too much vodka and raw pork fat across a heaving, storm tossed deck. You have to have an iron stomach and a high tolerance for a gut full of vodka. We'd have to ascertain your tolerance by testing to destruction. It's important to understand our limits.
🤣. @valued-customer , I wrote a while ago that you are the most interesting person on Hive and you just got even more interesting-errrrr. 🤣. I love a Russian tug as well. 😁
One of my favorite parts of the tow was the introductory party on the tug with the Russian captain and his bride, who served homemade pickles, raw pork fat, and vodka on doilies she had knotted up out of random scraps of cloth. We couldn't speak to one another, but we could make toasts and gesticulate wildly to imply and infer the right moments to drink.
If your Russian tug didn't include vodka and raw pork fat, you got robbed.
Raw pork fat? Good lord . I’d down the vodka and then be dive off the stern never to be seen again. 🤢🤢
Ah, I was obligated to be a good guest, and eat what was on offer. It can be a bit of a novelty to swallow cubes of fat (without much in the way of chewing, which coats the inside of your mouth with a layer of fat), but the copious and frequent palate cleansing with vodka mostly solved that problem for me.
Amazing. I would buy a copy of your autobiography. Have you written it yet?
I'm a terrible writer. I only relate my lurid tales of profligacy and terror over strong drink in person. We'll have to have a sit down some day. Your own competence at writing wild, highly imaginative scenarios must have an equally interesting basis in experience, I'd greatly benefit by hearing.
I'd be happy to break my sobriety in your presence, but id much rather converse over food stuff. I've been decreasingly present on hive since starting my new job a few days ago, but the good thing about it is that the pay is decent, it strips me of a large portion of free will, and will accelerate my progression towards an early retirement.
But not the sort of retirment that puts me in a hole in the ground, the sort that allows me to do whatever I want, whenever I want.
That sounds like a worthy goal. The independently wealthy and the impoverished share that ability. I was quite at will when I lived in the woods, but at my age the ache in my bones prefers a warm bed to an open road.
See, there's more of your life story that I'd pay to read, living in the woods. :)
When you live in an expansive wilderness, it's naturally something that happens. Houses afloat seem theoretically plausible, but in practice are very difficult to manage, because of the disconnection from land that similarly disconnects tenants from every resource available on land. Only in harbor does living on a floating house make any sense, unless you are part of an expedition that underwrites the expense of transferring resources from land to sea. In the forest I need very little that isn't present at every hand. At sea nothing is at hand in any direction.
My father in law worked ships for several years. He has bo such articulate words, despite his excellent oration - as at sea he is perpetually nauseous.
As for me, I've never liked the water, but I feel a certain attraction to the emerald and brown hues of a forest.
I really need to "hurry up and finish" my Philip K Dick binge so I can get into Ursula LeGuin. Likely a few years away.