They who plough the sea do not carry the winds in their hands.
"Would you, do you, my dear?" rejoined the Captain ... "I don't know. It's difficult navigation. She's very hard to carry on with, my dear. You never can tell how she'll head, you see. She's full one minute, and round upon you next."
If there is one thing that will make a man peculiarly and insufferable self-conceited, it is to have his stomach behave itself, the first day at sea, when nearly all his comrades are seasick.
If you have wind it becomes more difficult than you think.
Historically, maritime travelers had to pass around the entire mass of North and South America, including the bottom tip, the tempestuous Cape Horn, which was littered with shipwrecks.
Not to have control over the senses is like sailing in a rudderless ship, bound to break to pieces on coming in contact with the very first rock.
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, / Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost.
Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.
Sailing is such a variable sport. There could be no wind, or there could be 25 knots. You never know what you're going to get.
I am ill every time it blows hard, and nothing but my enthusiastic love for the profession keeps me one hour at sea.
Capsizes kind of go hand in hand with 49er racing. I've had four to five capsizes in races and still won the event. It's just the nature of this type of sailing.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
All the 20th we were endeavouring to get into Adventure Bay but were prevented by variable winds.
The wonder is always new that any sane man can be a sailor.
Fortunately the boat we rented had a motor in it You will definitely want this feature on your sailboat too, because if you put up the sails, the boat tips way over, and you could spill your beer.
