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Until now. Which is really ironic seen as how we are now on something called "island time". "Island time" is, essentially, the absence of time or (in the best case) "t" plus two hours. That's just how we roll these days.
Despite this, I find myself looking at my watch half a dozen times a day and I can even pony up the time promptly when someone asks "What time is it?". Something I could never do before. I'm even beginning to get a watch tan line (something I am desperately trying to avoid by moving it up and down my wrist and wearing the face on the underside of my arm).
So, why the watch?
A wrist watch or good time keeping device is considered "essential" sailing gear by most. You'd be surprised to know how many "schedules" we must adhere to. Weather repots at 'x' hour, cruiser's nets at 'y' hour, a secondary weather report at 'z' hour, a scheduled radio call at another hour. Then, when offshore, you must adhere to a strict watch schedule of three hours on and three hours off (or something similar). In addition, we need to pay attention to how long we are running our water maker, how long we run the engine (although this one does have an anemometer), and how long I'm cooking in the pressure cooker. None of this can be done without a time piece of some sort.
Finally, an accurate time piece is critical should we ever need to navigate without electronics and with our sextant (a dying art known as celestial navigation). Taking a "site" requires the observer to know the time - exactly - down to the second. An error of one second will put your position off by a quarter mile. Pretty gnarly.
And so I wear a watch. A fact I begrudge just a tad. After all, didn't I kiss the "real world" goodbye when I stepped onto a boat and sailed into the sunset?
Apparently, even paradise has schedules!
Brittany & Scott