One of the greatest threads of all time is happening over at Sailing Anarchy about the 1000 days non-stop at sea journey. I am totally all for the journey; I think it's fantastic that someone is trying this. The man's writings at his blog are hilarious, though some would say unintentionally.
Anyway, one of the recurring themes at the SA thread is that it would be fine going to sea completely unprepared and in a leaking boat if it weren't for his passenger, a novice sailor who seems completely unaware of the danger and in awe of the captain. Shouldn't she know how dangerous this is?
But then I realized that I went to sea with only a cursory knowledge of the dangers. Of course, I knew how to sail and knew the basics (watch out for whales, don't go too far north, tankers get bonus pay for hitting sailboats, etc) but I didn't really know the specifics. I had no idea what would happen when the boat gets to the top of a 20 foot wave, I had no idea how far north you could safely go, I didn't realize that Bermuda was encircled by reefs.
Then again I had my Dad. He wasn't about to go to sea with barnacles on the bottom (I know, he had me scrub them off) or a leaking hull or not checking the desalinator (because we didn't have one?!?). Heck, we even double-checked the liferaft, had modifications done and repacked. I feel that I made a safe choice putting trust in my Dad, the Captain.
This brings me back to my own sailing. On a much smaller scale, a lot of people put trust in me every time we go sailing. I go through a small safety talk when people get on the boat for the first time, I assure them that I can singlehand the boat if all else fails, and I show them where channel 16 is.
So, I can see why this girl trusted her captain, I had that blind trust once, and others do every time they sail with me. But any of my future crew can be certain that even for just for daysailing, I think my boat is pretty darned seaworthy. Trust me.