The ship ran beautifully as through calling on all the accumulated know-how of more than half a century in the arduous service of the San Francisco bar pilots.
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Background: The ship ran beautifully as through calling on all the accumulated know-how of more than half a century in the arduous service of the San Francisco bar pilots. Even minus the foresail she ran well...and a foresail is to a schooner what leg??? a boxer. I held the deck most of the day and all the following night. And I did a lot of thinking: I thought now of the children's future if I gave up and an the old round of domestic life began anew...and I though of the rat race of making a never-ending succession of Grade B films...at last my mind cleared and I saw things as they were; the ship was strong and so were some of my crew...mighty strong; the others would shape up or be replaced.
To be specific...I find myself today in Tahiti with a 98 foot schooner with a crew of sight men, five girls and with my four children on board as well as three children belonging to my mate Spike Africa and his wife. I am in a kind of voluntary exile at the moment from the USA. I have enough cash on hand to carry the ship for perhaps three months. My crew members are amateur...they don't pay me and I don't pay them.
Now it so happens that I have four children aged seven to eleven. I am divorced and these children have been in my care and custody since that divorce more than four years ago.
If parents can regard...and relate to...one another with a modicum of resect perhaps then it is different. There are times when this is not the case. The law is framed and administered in the interests of the majority and that is as it should be. But what of the exceptional case. Must the children concerned then be made the victims. Perhaps the answer is yes. But not to me. As I said I am the father of the children. It is my wish to protect them. If, in doing this I must clash heading with a court of law then so be it. I must do what I know to be right. If this is a crime then I suppose I'm guilty. In any event I'm fully repaired to accept the consequences.
As for the future....who knows? I cannot transit the Panama Canal or enter an American port for fear of being arrested. My destination is still Northern Europe. Two roads lead that way...one by way of Cape Horn...the other around the world to the West. I expect we'll get there sometime. One way of the other...