For explorers and pirates, the Bahamas were an incredible sight.
Nothing in the world compared with these sparkling waters, whose hues of greens and blues are a seaman's depth chart.
It is no less so today from the deck of this lovely schooner.
A wooden ship with sails filled, topsails billowing, sails through the loveliest of islands, the islands of her birth.
As the sun sets, the breeze eases off and the captain softly gives an order, and the elegant bowsprit swings into the wind, the anchor is let go and all hands lower sails to visit ashore.
Anchored off Man O War Cay, Hopetown, Little Harbour, Treasure Cay, Green Turtle Cay, Guana Cay, Marsh Harbour, or maybe an uninhabited island, where the beach is long, curved and pinkish white with no footprints save the ones you will make.
This is a one of a kind vacation.
A week on the William H. Albury is unlike any other adventure you have ever had.
It is exhilarating and liberating and recaptures the romance of the sea in every sense and pulsation of the word.
Where the winds take you.
The informal, spontaneous life aboard this schooner is the perfect sojourn into the spirit of a simpler era when there was time for oneself, time for one another, and time for living.
Helping sail the ship from port to port, the tradewinds, weather, and tides are part of an entire a schooner adventure.
The captain charts the course accordingly, thus ensuring a new experience daily and offering guests/crew a taste of the romance and fragrance of the islands.
For the six days that you have run off to sea, you let the sea take you over, and the peace, romance, pride, well being and relaxation fills the clear salt air.
The after-glow linger long after you bid farewell to Schooner shipmates and the Bahamas. |