After pulling up the anchor and docking at Sambro, I spent the morning helping to secure the tagallant to the shrouds, learning a bunch of new knots in the process. In the afternoon I got to go aloft for the first time!  I went up to the top yard with Paul to re-tie the sail. I wasn’t too nervous once I figured out where safe handholds were, but I was glad we were docked and not tossing around in the middle of the ocean.  I wonder if the Africans had to go aloft often back in 1839.  I think it’s a safe bet that they didn’t have safety harnesses with them…

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