AAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
To the laundry wiv ye wenches! The Captain's back from the psych ward and 'er bustier needs a'pressin'!!! The garters, too!! Snap to it!!!
A yes I remember dem days o' me Ma line dryin the clothes outside! The good old days of DDT and no bird poop a' messin' 'em up! Dang environmentalist hippies!
Fer me it was drying me clothes on the lifelines! Always tried to do it just before a little rainstorm at an anchorage so's they'd get a little extra rinse time.
As far as sails goes, ain't no better smell than a well used jib, furled and stretched tight to the winch. Ye can curl up in it after a night of drinkin rum and dancin the skin off the bottoms of yer feet to a scratchy band. Wake up in the morning and haul her back up the mast and take off again to a new harbour and a new adventure. Yes!!!!
Capt Deb