How’s That!!

It’s not cricket I’m talking of. But of a question I’m increasingly having to put to myself.

After a long innings as a seafarer and then almost as long ashore as a pilot, the thought rattles around in the head. The mind says ‘no’, the body whispers ‘better go’. So, when should I give myself “out”? And finally take to a retired life. Become a ‘former’ pilot?

To never again feel the indescribable pleasure of safely berthing or sailing out a ship. Small or large, the pleasure is the same! When done, of the quick nod of thanks or firm handshake from the Master. Before he hurries off to deal with “the Authorities” or the myriad demands on his time. Of the cheery “Thanks, Pilot!” by the crew as they see me off the gangway or the ladder.

Soon, back to my rooms at the port. For some well-earned rest in the company of colleagues. And time on calls to family and friends in distant places. And to brood.

Ah well, for now, just savor these moments I tell myself. For that day, when I have to answer that cry “howzzat?!!” tumbling inside my head, with an “out!” draws ever closer.