At 0800 Monday morning Roseway and her crew embarked on a unique voyage taking 22 Danes vacationing from St. Croix to the Spanish Virgin Islands; the following is a unique perspective from one of these talented Danes:
There’s a sound reaching the inner workings of my being. It’s like a long forgotten lullaby, whispered to me from a distant yet ever present place. It’s alluring and full of wonder. I try to pinpoint the sound. (Which never really succeeds, because where do sounds come from?) It’s the wind playing with the mainsail, the lines giving in to the demands of the sail as it gives in to its master, the wind. That force which no one can fully control. Like the sea.
The sea that right now from beneath me, reaches out an ancient caressing hand, carrying the ship forward. Onward. I open my eyes and gaze upon a silver-gray sky. Up there at the top of the mast a white and red pennant draws a signature on the wind. Roseway, it proudly spells out. Roseway is an old girl, but she ages well under the caring hands of Captain Dwight and his crew.
I’m here now with twenty one other fellow Danes for the purpose of exploration and relaxation. Taking time off from hoejskolen we’re on. This is a typical Danish thing. For many young Danes a hoejskole is a way to spend some months of a gap year. Yet, the traditional hoejskoler are located in Denmark. My fellow Danes and I have been in the Caribbean for the last two months, learning about teambuilding, project management mixed in with volunteering. This week however we’re off from our “duties”. And so we boarded Roseway on Monday at Christiansted, St. Croix to spend until Saturday on the ship before we move on to the next and final month that has personal growth as the major theme. So far it has truly been a learning experience.
Sad to say, nearly one third of the so-called Vikings ended up hugging the railings and offering up their lunch as Roseway set sail. (Myself included.) Neptune was not going to let us off too in easy on our first day of voyage. But the god of the sea did however smile upon us the following days and offered us truly enjoyable sailing. Besides the beautiful ocean, the ship, the sun and trips to Vieques and Culebra, Puerto Rico, there’s the captain and his crew. All of which are amazing people, in each their own way. I will not dig too much into this as people are always something one should experience for oneself. However I will underline that the people make the place, and Roseway and her crew are no exception. Put together you are offered a magnificent experience. (Here I do feel the need to give my compliments to the chef of the seas, Brandon. A chef that makes food not only for the body, but for the soul as well. And I can tell you that I am not the only one that feels this way.)
A ship is built for sailing the seas, not to be bound to the shore. As is it with the soul. It is meant to be explored, unbound. Certainly there will be rough seas, but one must always remember that the ship is built for a purpose. For what is the purpose of a ship but to sail? What is more meaningful to a captain of his own ship than to feel the highs and the lows of the sea? And to sail wherever the captain desires?
With all recommendations and thanks,