Capricorn/Aries: You are as cultured as a fine tub of yogurt. That is to say, extremely cultured. You are super organized and fun-loving, until you become overstressed and hangry. This election was probably hard for you, but fear not because your stellar attitude and tendency to help those in need will spur your self-growth and inspire others. Listen to some mindful meditation music and find time to read a fiction novel. Avoid Donald Trump’s twitter at all costs.
Aquarius/Taurus: You are easily likeable and friendly. You may have a tendency to put too much faith in others, or overestimate fellow peers and/or students capabilities. Despite this, you probably spend a lot of time helping others and find that there is little time for yourself. January should be a month of rest and reflection. Don’t be afraid to neglect your AP classes. They’ll understand your need for a break.
Pisces:You are probably too smart for your own good. You enjoy calling people out for their greater mistakes because you find it extremely entertaining. Might be a bit cynical at times when looking at
the state of the world and then at the some of the student body who are going to have to save it later in life. Refuses to let people eat or chew gum in their presence. All around G.
Cancer/Gemini: Consistently asking, “No but do you see what I’m saying?” when explaining things such as why fake news will be the down-fall of this great nation. Very good at lecturing people. Most likely owns an amazing leather backpack. You have a tendency to get off topic sometimes but always because of your passion for social justice. Can always make people laugh without trying. Baffled by the presidential election but hoping for the best. Leo: You are notoriously sassy. No one can ever tell if you are being serious or if you are being sarcastic. A real problem solver. You may carry around an awesome mug. Doesn’t like to be quoted in Veritas. Impressive musical abilities. Most likely you enjoy graph art, deep conversations about the state of our world and riddles.
Probably super good at math and may have a PhD.
Virgo: Peppiest of peppy. You enjoy hearing about drama and gossip and are always around for anyone who needs to talk it out. Very good at storytelling especially when it comes to stories about little kids fighting or doing something cute. Strong supporter of Ugg boots and Lilly Pulitzer pants. All your friends tell you you’re their favorite, which only encourages your fun-lovingness. Definitely cries every time they read the death scene in Romeo and Juliet.
Libra: You have a conspiracy theory that everyone has a concussion. Often jump the gun when diagnosing injuries because it’s better to be on the safe side. Killer at volleyball. You may also be easily agitated when people ask things of you that you find not important or irrelevant. You give great foot rubs and can rock a pair of yoga pants.
Scorpio/Sagittarius: Politics equally disturbs and fascinates you. Most of your time is spent laugh- ing at things Putin and Trump say and/or researching conspiracy theories so that you can knock them down with your superior history knowledge. Borderline in love with John Green. You probably drink a lot of soda/fizzy drinks and carry around a swaggy man purse. All knowing, and friends often come to you for wisdom.
Throughout the morning, a haze had occupied the air over the ocean. It sat on the peaks of waves, mixing with salt as whitecaps threw spray in the air, then rushed into the empty space left behind when the waves rolled past. It rode on the gusts of wind that howled over the gray ocean. It shrouded the ship as she fought for purchase over the swells, pointing dangerously upwind.
On the quarterdeck, the captain’s hands were chapped from the wind and crusted with salt and red from a tense grip on the wheel. The polished wood was slick with sea spray and morning haze and it pushed against the captain’s hands as the cutting breeze tipped the bow of the ship off her set course. The captain grimaced and resisted the wind’s diversion with a sharp tug on one of the wheel’s pegs though he knew the wind would take back whatever he had just gained.
Angela, relieve the helm.
What’s your bearing, Captain?
Zero nine five, and keep her above zero nine zero.
How will we reach port tonight on that course?
Unfavorable wind, nothing we can do. Just keep her as high as you can, full and by.
Water droplets clung to the pin rails and cabin tops and puddles formed in crevices on the deck. The haze felt heavy on the ship’s back and she groaned at the challenge of the waves against her hull. She wanted to flee, let the wind guide her wherever it would, but she was bound to a different master. Zero nine five, and keep her above zero nine zero. The ship keened and coughed. The luff of her sails raked the air like a ragged breath as she struggled against a truculent sea.
Afternoon came. Now the sun began to pry its way through a thick cover of clouds. Now the sun came, reluctantly at first but then hastening to fill the sky. Now the sun caught the haze in its beams and dispersed it to the wind, drying the air and the deck, coloring over the gray of the sky and sea in kinder blues and greens. As if called by the welcoming sun, the crew who had been standing easy in the fo’c’s’le timidly ventured above decks where they were greeted by a warmth that had become unfamiliar in the past week.
And now the wind changed, too.
The captain was back at the helm.
We’re backed off to zero seven five. Perfect to tack. Ready about.
The echo of the crew, ready forward, ready midships.
Hard to lee. Pass heads’ls. Brace sharp, starboard side haul.
The ship was eager now, cutting lithely through the water. The morning wind had held her back but now the afternoon breeze drove her on. The air was no longer heavy with haze and the ocean glistened and sang sweetly. The sun beamed, a benediction in its rays.
The crew was eager as well, unburdened of the haze. Palms stinging from hauling line and hair tangled from gusts that were no longer mean but playful, the crew gathered back on the quarterdeck. They perched on the cabin top like hatchlings or else lounged indulgently against the rails and basked in the light, no longer driven to seek shelter belowdecks. After so many days, now they remembered what it was to be welcomed by the sea. Even the ship remembered, as she skimmed over a glassy ocean. The swells caressed her hull and the favorable winds filled her sails. On the horizon, there was land.
The captain looked up from his chapped hands resting on the wheel, and took in what was ahead of him. Land, sea, sky, all lit by soft afternoon sun. After one last glance down at his compass, he kept his eyes fixed on the horizon, where he could just make out the black and white of a lighthouse and the harbor’s entrance of their port of call.
Hands to set the fisherman, hands to set the jib top, hands to set the jackyard tops’l.
The crew sprang to action with a restless and excited energy. They called back, fisherman, jib top, jackyard tops’l.
The ship was flying now, and she and the captain both hummed with contentment. With this wind, we’ll be anchored at Nantucket by dusk.