Classic Yachtsman

Fresh tales from the helm, every Friday.

  • The Seafarer’s Diary

    By Alex Harrington In a quaint coastal village nestled on the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, where the wind carries tales of old and the sea sings its eternal song, I stumbled upon a relic of another sailor’s life—a weathered diary belonging to a seafarer from long ago. This chance discovery, in a tucked-away antique shop…

  • The Reunion

    By Alex Harrington Every sailor knows the sea can separate and unite, its currents carrying away old hurts and bringing distant shores within reach. In the port town of Newport, a place bustling with the vibrancy of life and the salty tang of the sea, I faced a different kind of journey—a reunion with my…

  • The Ghost Ship

    By Alex Harrington The ocean is a vast tapestry woven with stories of adventures and misadventures. Sometimes, its waves bring us tales of peril and the poignant tragedies of those who navigate its waters. One such tale emerged from the depths as we sailed across the northern Atlantic under a sky brooding with the weight…

  • The Lighthouse Keeper

    By Alex Harrington On a foggy, moonless night off the rocky coast of Maine, our journey took an unexpected turn. The Albatross, usually sure and steady beneath my hand, trembled against the might of an unseen storm. The night was pitch black, the only light coming from the intermittent flashes of lightning that streaked across…

  • The Siren’s Song

    By Alex Harrington It was a moonlit night when the haunting melody first drifted over the water, an eerie, alluring tune that seemed to rise from the depths of the sea itself. We were sailing near the Greek islands, where myth often meets reality, and every sailor knows to be wary of the sea’s many…

  • The Lost Island

    By Alex Harrington The ocean, a vast expanse of mystery, has a way of revealing secrets when you least expect it. One sunny afternoon, as The Albatross sailed through the South Pacific, we stumbled upon something extraordinary—a hidden paradise untouched by time or man. It was a place I came to call the Lost Island,…

Why I Started This Blog…

I’ve spent a lifetime sailing the high seas, exploring the unknown, and seeking adventures that most people only dream of. Through all the adventures, the dangers, and the moments of breathtaking beauty, I’ve often found myself yearning to share my experiences. You see, the sea has a way of imprinting its tales upon your soul, which are too wondrous and epic to keep to oneself. That’s why I’ve started this blog—to share my journey, not just with my close-knit crew, but with anyone who dreams of adventure.

My journey hasn’t been without its challenges. As some of you might know, I’ve experienced my share of setbacks. My wealth, once abundant, has dwindled, and my family, once close, has become estranged. But amidst all this, I’ve realized that what matters most isn’t what you have but the stories you collect along the way. This blog is my way of preserving those stories and inviting you, my fellow adventurers, to join me on this journey.

Now, you might wonder why this blog doesn’t have any pictures. After all, what’s a tale of adventure without vivid images to bring it to life? It all comes down to a little quirk of mine. You see, during one of my journeys, I came across a mysterious island inhabited by an ancient tribe. The tribe’s wise elder shared with me a secret: the soul of an adventure lies not in the images captured but in the imagination of those who hear the tale. Ever since that encounter, I’ve cherished the idea of painting pictures with words, leaving the rest to your imagination. It might seem odd in today’s world of instant snapshots, but I’ve found that the most vibrant images are the ones you create in your own mind.

So, my friends, I invite you to let your imagination run wild as you read these stories. Picture the azure waters, the hidden coves, and the thrilling escapades as you see fit. And always remember, adventure is not about what you can capture but about what you can envision.

— Alex Harrington