Not 100%

Davina is a California flower power girl, she likes to fly high on weed and flow low on wine and beer. She’s presently making her way around the world crewing and hitching rides on cruising boats, where she puts her many skills to very good use.  She had to get off this half million-dollar catamaran, because the captain’s wife was about to move back in with him. She had come to Nuku Hiva from Panama in total comfort, with washing machine, air conditioning and watching movies on her watches at night.  The party life aboard the French designed monster cat had worn her body a little, so when she saw Aluna sailing in with her makeshift rig and minimum accommodation, she felt that that was the perfect place to give her tortured soul the opportunity to heal.

She danced around us a couple of times and then asked us directly if we would accept her as crew. Since Malinda was going back home and Aluna is still quite a chunk to handle on our own, we felt we should give it t try. We tried to make it clear that our present situation was not an easy one and even if it were, that we were the kind of kids who take the long way home and the winding way out. So she came on board with her densely packed backpack on. She brought some beans with her and a couple bricks of wine, and we agreed to split food purchases in three from now on. It all worked out fine for a couple days. In no time Davina had cleaned up the main bunk ahead of our galley enough to make her nest. She seemed interested in how things work. She was understandably concerned with how different everything was on this strange vessel that had been made by taking from the ancient and the latest, to bring about a new combination of things. Where was the bilge pump and how about the ships compass? What about the hulls lashed to the beams and the rudders to the hulls? How come there’s no radio? My answers were carefully tailored to clarify and not confuse.

When we had to reset the anchors we thought it good to take her out to play around a little in the feeble and ever changing winds in Taiohae Bay. Her enthusiasm for learning new things seemed now all of a sudden to evaporate by the minute, she seemed stuck crouched over the wheel and once back on the hooks her yawning face had become expressionless. It was a sinking feeling from then on. The next day depression set in. You could hear her heavy sighs all day long; her willingness to do anything on Aluna had almost completely disappeared. We invited her to do some personal work, have a hard look at herself, work through it and find the root of things. Some disconnected issues with her dad surfaced, her being torn between her “dark” side and her ideal adventurous self up on the pedestal but she was absolutely unwilling to even have a look at what kind of a mess she was in. It was clear by now that she was going through a serious bout of stimulant withdrawal and I thought it wise to make it clear that we would have to have her present and committed to working things out, not in. The next morning the sobbing had disappeared and Davina had made up her mind. “I’m not able to give a hundred percent to you and Aluna”, were her words, and “I want to go home to mom!” The second part will probably not last very long, but she did start packing her things. The next morning she left for Papeete on AraNui, the local supply boat. She left the beans behind, but the wine had found its way back in her luggage…

Like many others of her brothers and sisters, who spend their life running away from who they really are, Davina is a prolific writer. You can check out her side of the story here on her blog. We were thrilled to have you on board, Davina, and we wish you a speedy recovery. I’m sure pretty soon you won’t even remember that you missed a beat of the cruiser’s party circuit and you’ll be chatting away again with your old and proven self!

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