When the “Pussy Gate” disrupts our good relations: my fifth week on a sailing boat

After more than a month aboard this sailboat, I feel it I took a certain pace of life sweeter. I speak more slowly, I feel relaxed, and one day I realize that I’ve been falling asleep at 11pm for weeks, while for years, or nearly so, I’ve been suffering from insomnia every day.

It is therefore serene that she welcomes two new teammates on board, Léonie and Lilas who immediately become one real friendly favourites. I love them, we are always laughing and I realize how much I missed that aspect (sharing the humor) in the previous weeks.

I realize even at this moment of my skills acquired in sailing. Upon arrival, I knew a few basics, but was still lost. Now I’m showing my new crewmates sailor’s knots, how to set the sails before setting sail or how to trim them once at sea.

Together, we set off to drop anchor in a first “Rias” (a kind of inward advance of the ocean)… Except as usual on Triton, nothing ever goes as planned.

What if I see a ghost floating in the air?

On my first night with this new crew, around 3am, I was woken up by Hannah whispering to me that we still had an anchor problem. She unhooked and we are getting too close to a luxury catamaran who dropped anchor beside us. Impossible to touch it, it could cost us too much.

No choice, we have to move further, raise the anchor, and since nobody is really reassured by the situation, we decide to take turns for 2 hours each on the deck of the boat to be ready to wake up the others. the anchor releases again.

This is how between 3 and 5 I stay awake watching we don’t get close to the rocks or the catamaran, knowing I’m scared of the dark. And even if we are isolated in the middle of the water, I create infinite scenarios (imagine, I see a ghost floating in the air???).

When I wake Léonie to take her shift, she grumbles and lingers, but I’m just happy to be able to go back and rest inside the boat. Here, I know that no monster will come looking for me!

Welcome to paradise

The next day, we set off again to sail to a new spot that locals recommended. Only along the way the sea is flat. So flat that no one wants to drive, it’s just super boring. However, we have no choice, because Triton is not on autopilot and we have more than 7 hours of navigation. So, as usual, we take turns.

Fortunately, upon arrival, any hint of regret disappears. We anchor in front of a small secluded bay, with a small beach of turquoise water surrounded by a dense forest of eucalyptus trees. It’s magic. There is no one around, we swim naked, read books on the deck of the boat and laugh like crazy for several days.

One evening we light a small fire on the beach, sing, dance, everything is wonderful. It’s just magical.

Ares, the city of the “Door of Figa”

After four days like this, we decide to leave this corner of paradise to reach Ares, a small town in northwestern Galicia. We want to find a port, or rather some toilets: It’s been 5 days since we’ve had real showers. And yes, on the Triton there is no toilet (just a bucket), nor a shower (just a faucet, with very little flow).

Toilets are pretty basic here. The showers are shared, without cabins, and the jet of water is lukewarm, but for us that’s already luxury.

Especially since this city, Ares, is super cute and the coast is still just as beautiful. I therefore live my best days on this boat.

Yet it is here a commotion I didn’t see coming. Let’s go back to the context: I get along very well with everyone on the boat at that moment, but it is true that I have a somewhat stronger bond with Léonie. We give each other nicknames, we confide in each other, we get close.

One day, while she was napping on her seat (located in the saloon of the boat), I reached down to get something from a drawer above her.

looking down, I see his bare penis in the yawn of his shorts. A little embarrassed, I laughingly point out to him that I see her sex (“Uh… For your information I can see your pussy Léonie! »), she answers herself, laughing that it doesn’t matter (“You’ve already seen”). We have, in fact, spent several days bathing naked shortly before.

All in all, this conversation might have been anecdotal if Hannah hadn’t poked her head out of her cabin a few minutes later to tell us curtly thatthey didn’t want to hear us flirt and talk about our genitals. There is an empty space.

I apologize quickly, ready to calm things down, but Hannah immediately announces that she needs some alone time and goes for a walk for 2 hours without giving news.

Léonie, Lilas and I find it hard to understand, and I, I I feel ultra-stupid and pained, because after a month and a half on board, if there’s one lesson I’ve learned, it’s that a trifle can throw you off balance…

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