My great great grandfather was a Pirate, or so I’m told. “Toady Felgate” was his name, on account of his scaly weathered skin. 

This is a story about finding myself at sea, grieving for the shape of family life that had recently altered and ultimately the hobby that helped me heal.

If you have ever felt like you're drowning or if you're feeling entirely weather beaten from the year past, then this is for you. 

I hope to see you on the water sometime :)