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Sailing Lessons
Sailing Lessons
Sailing Lessons
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Sailing Lessons

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Sailing Lessons is a light-hearted story of three self-absorbed law students sailing from California to Hawaii.  The story contains useful information about maneuvering a sailboat and surviving at sea.  

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 22, 2018
ISBN9781386417309
Sailing Lessons
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Sebastian Windsor

Sebastian Windsor is an American writer who travels the world in search of inspirational stories.  He lives in Bangkok, Thailand with his wife and family.  Sebastian is also an accomplished artist and musician and holds a doctor of jurisprudence degree from Southern California Institute of Law.

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    Sailing Lessons - Sebastian Windsor

    Illustrated By Shane Patrick Irvine

    Written by Sebastian Windsor

    Chapter I: I'll Have Whatever the Guy on the Floor Was Having

    When you're drinking with your buddies, sometimes it's best to just keep your mouth shut. I learned that lesson the hard way.  It was the end of my first year of law school and my buddies and I had just finished taking final exams. Two of my fellow shysters-in-training, Fleabag and Hornblower, were sitting with me at my favorite watering hole along the Ventura Harbor promenade.  We were sharing what arguments we had presented in response to the essay questions on our exams.  This is not always such a good idea.  As you hear what others wrote, you start to build self-doubt and your anxiety level goes up when you don't recall addressing issues that they're talking about.  As a result, you might be inclined to hit the sauce a little harder than usual.  This was such an occasion.

    As the night went on, we became increasingly under the influence of Tanqueray, martinis and increasingly argumentative.  The bartender, Earl, was getting annoyed and had asked Hornblower to lower his voice a couple of times.  We drank martinis because we were lawyers in training and somewhere along the line we had come up with this theory that it would be a great idea for us to build up our tolerance to gin so that, as our careers progressed, we wouldn't look like amateurs when drinking martinis with rich clients.  Yeah... we were clueless.

    Like a drunken idiot, no offense to my drunken idiot friends, I bragged that I was contemplating sailing to the islands and back during the summer break.  Yep... I guess I'll be pulling anchor and sailing out to the islands, maybe even visit some old friends, I said matter-of-fact.

    You're sailing to Hawaii? asked Hornblower. 

    We called Harold Hornblower because he was always so loud.  At some point, someone in our study group had described his voice as being similar to the sound a trumpet makes when played by one who has never played the instrument before.  He was also known for blowing his own horn so the name just sort of stuck. 

    Often, first-year law student are known for trying to win debates through the volume of their voice rather than on the merit of their argument.  Hornblower just happened to be one of those guys.  In the classroom, an instructor usually calls all the shots and controls the level of enthusiasm.  However, in a study group, quite often it becomes a free-for-all where the person whose the loudest and the most in your face wins; at least in their own mind.  For some, always having to have the last word is more important than being right.  This was a trait that both Fleabag and Hornblower shared.  Laugh if you like but, all to often in the legal profession, the biggest blowhards are all too often the ones who end up becoming prosecutors and judges.

    Actually, I had only been planning a weekend sail out to Santa Cruz Island off the Ventura coast the following morning, not Hawaii.  From Ventura to the Channel Islands is about 25 miles.  The distance from Ventura to Honolulu is 2,500 miles.  This was taking exaggeration to whole new level, even for me.  But, now that I had made the outrageous claim to two people who I hardly considered friends, it was somehow important that I now back up my outrageous boast.  There's a price for personal integrity and I was about to pay it. 

    I lived aboard my 36 foot sailboat and ran a local marine fuel dock.  Running

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