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Originalmente publicado por Capitan Puma
Veamos. Supongamos un señor mayor, sobre 55-60 años, con nada de forma física, sin conocimientos de naútica, o pocos conocimientos, que no ha navegado en su vida, que acaba de perder a su familia, esposa, hijo, y despues de 6 meses de aprender a navegar, decide cruzar el Atlantico, en un velero de 24 pies, a vela.
Diriais que está loco ¿No?
Esto lo hizo Joshua Slocum, en el s XIX.
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Slocum? no te habrás confundido de personaje?
As for myself, the wonderful sea charmed me from the first. At the age of
eight I had already been afloat along with other boys on the bay, with chances greatly in favor of being drowned. When a
lad I filled the important post of cook on a fishing-schooner; but I was not long in the galley, for the crew mutinied at the appearance of my first duff, and "chucked me out" before I had a chance to shine as a culinary artist. The next step towards the goal of happiness found me before the mast in a full-rigged ship bound on a foreign voyage. Thus I came "over the bows," and not in through the cabin windows, to the command of a ship.
My best command was that of the magnificent ship
Northern Light, of which I was part-owner. I had a right to be proud of her, for at that time – in the 1880's – she was the finest American sailing-vessel afloat.
Afterward I owned and sailed the
Aquidneck, a little bark which of all man's handiwork seemed to me the nearest to perfection of beauty, and which in speed, when the wind blew, asked no favors of steamers.
I had been nearly twenty years a shipmaster when I quit her deck on the coast of Brazil, where she was wrecked.
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Thus the voyage which I am now to narrate was a natural outcome not only of my love of adventure, but of my lifelong experience.
saludos