A Crossing Marked in Salt and Tradition
Somewhere in the deep blue vastness of the Pacific, a faint line stretches across the chart—a thin, invisible boundary that has divided sailors for centuries. The Equator. The crossing of that line is more than a matter of latitude. It is a threshold, an unspoken rite of passage, whispered about in mess decks and on moonlit watches.
For Brigantine Neptun, the day arrived beneath a sky heavy with heat and promise. The trade winds hummed through the rigging, the swell of the sea holding its breath.
The crew, a mix of seasoned salts and wide-eyed adventurers, stood ready. Some among us had crossed before, bearing the quiet knowledge of what it means to go from Pollywog to Shellback. The rest… well, they had heard the stories, but stories only hint at the truth.
The sun reached its zenith, and the time came. The watch was set, the ship sailed steady, but something different filled the air—an electricity, an anticipation. There are things about the Crossing of the Line that can’t be written down, only felt by those who stand upon that deck when the moment comes.
King Neptune himself paid a visit, as is the custom. What was said, what was done, what challenges were set forth—these things remain between those who faced them and the sea. It is a bond sealed in saltwater, laughter, and perhaps a hint of mischief.
What can be said is this: by the time the sun dipped low and the stars began to prick the sky, Neptun had a new crew of Shellbacks. The line had been crossed, and with it, a transformation. Eyes were a little brighter, backs a little straighter, and the laughter that rang from the fo’c’sle carried the sound of a crew who had shared something they would never forget.
As we sail southward, the air feels different—thicker, warmer, touched by the breath of the Southern Ocean. The constellations above shift, and the Southern Cross begins to glow brighter each night. We carry on, a little more salty, a little more seasoned, and with a newfound sense of who we are—sailors of the line.
The next horizon calls. The Galápagos waits. And so, Neptun sails on.
Anchored in Puerto Ayora: A Week of Wonders and Work
After three weeks of open ocean, the silhouette of Santa Cruz Island emerged on the horizon, its volcanic peaks cloaked in mist. As we approached Puerto Ayora, the largest town in the Galápagos, the harbor welcomed us with a mosaic of fishing boats, yachts, and groups of sea lions napping on the docks. Many of us had a difficult time adjusting to the new schedule and routine of ship life so land was a welcome sight.
Our anchorage in Academy Bay was both a respite and a hive of activity. We organized the crew into three watches, rotating two days ashore with one day onboard. This rhythm ensured that while some explored the island’s marvels, others completed vital work onboard Neptun.
Shore Leave: Encounters with Evolution
Those venturing ashore found themselves amidst a living museum of biodiversity. A visit to the Charles Darwin Research Station offered insights into conservation efforts and a chance to see giant tortoises up close. Strolling along Charles Darwin Avenue, we mingled with locals, sampled fresh seafood, and observed black marine iguanas lounging in the sun. Convenient and cheap water taxis ferried us back and forth from the anchorage to shore at all hours of day and night.
Adventures led some to Tortuga Bay, where white sands met azure waters, and others to Las Grietas, a scenic swimming hole nestled between rock formations. Santa Cruz and the surrounding islands provided ample opportunities for snorkeling and scuba diving with sea turtles, sharks, and a rainbow of different fish. A landscape of volcanic rock and giant cacti blended surreally with ocean carved channels and lush greenery, while the ever present red and orange crabs scuttled over the shoals. Most importantly, we found plenty of cute shops and cafes to satisfy our longings for ice cream, chocolate, and matcha lattes!
Onboard Duties: Sustaining Our Seafaring Home
Back on Neptun, the crew ensured she remained shipshape. We coordinated with local services to refuel, repair, and stock up on provisions for the journey ahead. Repairs were addressed, sails patched, and the rigging fine-tuned. The diligence of those onboard ensured that Neptun was ready for the next leg of our voyage.
The harbor’s calm waters provided an ideal setting for these tasks, and the backdrop of the Galápagos served as a constant reminder of the unique intersection between human endeavor and natural wonder.
Reflections: Bonds Forged and Horizons Expanded
Our time in Puerto Ayora was more than a logistical stop. The crew returned from their excursions with stories of close encounters with wildlife and a newfound appreciation for conservation.
As we weighed anchor, setting our sights on the vast Pacific once more, Neptun carried not just fresh supplies, but also the indelible experiences of the Galápagos. We had arrived carrying the burdens of a weary and uncomfortable crew, but with some serious community effort we managed to forge a new atmosphere with which to begin the next crossing.
