If there were no land on the planet and just endless ocean, and you were on a boat with no navigational gizmos, and all you had was a mobile phone with the phone number of another person, who’s on another boat somewhere else on the planet. Using only this phone, would you be able to find eachother?
That was the question I put to the ship’s captain Merelita. I called it the lonely Noah connundrum and after a bit of thought she came up with a fairly accurate method, still requiring a lot of trial and error and definitely a seriously good phone contract.
The word landmark by definition requires land and in the ever changing seascape there is never a constant, never something that can place you. It’s obvious and yet it’s amazing and I can’t stop thinking about it out here.
If I didn’t have any of the onboard navigational equipment, when I woke up in the morning there would be nothing to tell me that we had moved at all overnight. We could be exactly where we were the night before or a thousand miles further West and I wouldn’t know. More than that we could be a thousand years in the past or future and I wouldn’t even know that. That is until I came across some primitive explorer on a raft or some catatonic future-kids in their floating virtual reality orbs, wired from the brain into some other reality that I wouldn’t understand.
Imagine Noah on his arc. I’ll bet the expression ‘no idea’ originated from ‘Noah’s ideas’ about where he would end up when the water finally receded. He wouldn’t have had a clue.
I was thinking about Noah and I started to wonder what animals don’t now exist on the planet just because Noah and his wife got peckish. It got me really quite angry because I’ll tell you which ones don’t exist now because of that greedy pair of Israelites: the most delicious ones. Forget chicken, lamb and beef; Noah had so much tasty stuff on the menu he didn’t even give them a second look. Bloody Noah.
Anyway, I’ve rambled in this post. Probably the same boring ramble that the first idiot to get lost at sea would have written on some parchment and shoved in a bottle, blogging not having been invented then.
I’ve got to say that I am really enjoying the ever changing panoramic of never ending ocean and the sense of placelessness that comes with it. I love seeing whole weather systems come through, building on the horizon as a hazy purple, slowly enveloping the skyline and then pelting you with thick, cold rain. Then, no sooner are you in it, and you are out the other side, wet and refreshed and with fresh clouds to look at and new weather to predict.
We haven’t seen another boat in days and days and the only thing new to report are the hundreds of flying fish that we are now seeing, having officially arrived in the tropics. Maybe it is just that then, the fish and the birds, that can tell you where you are in the world. And maybe the velociraptors that can give you an indication of when.
– Brook ships rambler