When me crew and I concocted th’ plan to sail ‘round th’ world, there be only one cursed problem starin’ us in th’ face: none of us be knowin’ how to sail, by Davy Jones’ locker! This sort o’ thing sends shivers down me spine, but Alex be always there to calm me nerves, sayin’ we’ve got all th’ time ’neath th’ skies to learn, and learn we will, come 2026!

Thar be them scallywags who snatch themselves a yacht an’ set sail into th’ wild blue, without so much as a clue in their heads, says I! Ye can do that an’ it ain’t a bit reprehensible, I tells ye, but we be too picky for such careless capers! We be wantin’ t’ do it “right,” by Davy Jones’ locker. More so, we be determined, ‘fore layin’ doubloons down for a yacht, t’ charter various vessels t’ try out what suits our sea legs. An’ when ye charter, ye need proof that ye know what ye be doin’, or they won’t hand ye th’ helm, says I!

ARRR! Me dream be t’ embark on a grand voyage ‘cross th’ globe in a horseless carriage, while me wife dreams o’ sailin’ ‘round th’ world, says I! So, let’s dive into th’ briny world o’ sailin’.