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From a post, here, long ago

Posted by Gimwinkle on Wednesday, April 17 2019 at 6:44:47PM
In reply to Mentoring young sailors posted by RedViolin on Wednesday, April 17 2019 at 6:34:25PM

Toronto Island surprise

As many of you know, I have a small 30 foot sailing vessel here in Toronto. Today, I sailed to the Toronto Islands to visit a (non-sailing) friend to discuss the new aircraft he was getting ready to buy. For an hour we chatted by the side of the dock next to my boat. He and his wife left and I prepared to sail away only to see a young Philippine man, his wife, and 6 kids staring at me.

“That your sailboat?”

“Yes sir. She’s old and dirty but strong and fast.”

“Can I have a ride?”

I was astonished. People don’t just come up and ask outright like that. Yet he did.

I smiled. “Depends on where you want to go. And I only have life vests for three more besides myself.”

“Well, it’s actually for my kids.”

My heart stopped dead in its tracks. A dazzling G6 peered into my face as if I was god, a G7 in glasses was next to Her just tearing at my stopped-dead heart, a G10 was studying the bowline to the boat, a B8 and a B12 were there but I don’t recall much about them. (Obviously, Gimwinkles don’t think that way.) There was a G9 with a small whitish circle of a scar just below her eye.

Light brown stair steps.

People from the Philippines are seriously Catholic, so far as I can tell. Thus, the stair stepped family. And the kids were just dying to have a free boat ride. Asian kids. Female Asian kids. Is it possible that Gimwinkle had died and gone to heaven?

We made three trips around the small channel with each adventurous kid trying to steer as the mighty sailing ship motored about. G6, still studying my face as if it was guilded in gold, almost… well, I ran out of metaphors to describe what my brain was going through when I saw what I saw and heard what I heard.

“I like boats. I want to stay on this one. Can I stay on this one?”

If there is a god, he/she/it had just defined heaven and hell for me. I wanted Her more than life itself: Heaven. The Hell part of it was that I knew I could not spend the night with Her. How would I tell Her parents that She and I were setting sail for a night, alone with each other, on the broad expanse of a lake completely private and that certainly would include cuddling.

G7 in Her gorgeous glasses spoke very little but Her wandering eyes were taking the sailing life in as much as She could. I would have loved to share the sailor’s delights with Her. What will be, to you, strange is that I would not want a twosome with G7 and G6. I can only devote my worship to one pretty little girl at a time. And, by golly, my worship would be so intense for that one little girl.

G10 was also quiet, reserved, almost adult-like. Very pretty, but although Her beauty was intense, it was not a sexual intense. I don’t know why. But G9 was busy watching the passing land as if She was off on a world circling voyage (with me?) In addition to Her cheek scar, Her pant leg had a tear in it on the inside thigh. There, not 3 feet from my very own disbelieving eyes was a view of little girl skin just fractions of an inch from a heaven even god could not create as great.

The Gimwinkle you know has a personal rule that forbids him from actively associating with little goddesses. He broke that rule today. Philippine Mom and Dad were just a hundred yards or so away from us and I knew I could never say, do, or even think of anything that would cause terror in those parents. So I made three short voyages of 5 minutes each.

With everyone ashore except the heart-stopped, brain froze Gimwinkle, the obedient sailboat turned itself around and whisked the stunned poor captain further into Toronto Harbour, far from the 15 minutes of ecstasy beyond description. Now, but a scant 6 hours later, the Gimwinkle heart is beginning to beat again, the brain is slowly realizing it can convince fingers to type on a keyboard, and memorization is beginning to permanently record those exquisite, magnificent, adorable faces in the memory repository of Gim’s brain.

I am so stunned. It happened. It was real. It was…. Oh, god, what have you done to me? Why did the sailboat take me away? Just one night with Her? And I LEFT??????

Pure hell is sailing away from those four. Only as a consolation prize, there are the memories of it all.






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