Submitted 20 hours ago by Aeao@lemmy.world to [deleted]
I know nothing about boats but I learn fast and never forget.
I’m willing to do the jobs no one else wants.
My kids are grown, I’m divorced, retired at 35. I’m not quite forty yet.
I need to get away and I need to work impossibly hard like I’m used. I need to get away from the gun in my safe calling me.
I’ll work myself to death at any shipping job.
There’s got to be a captain looking for a newbie like that.
You’ll need to take your basic seamanship training to work on a commercial vessel, that will be a good start
Gotta admit, I was real suspicious of a link under a comment about seamanship training.
That’s one of them, yes. But if you go down that route, be sure to make sure your training is in line with STCW. Otherwise you’ll only be certified for US waters.
Depends whether you want to be part of a ships crew, or have an auxilliary role. The crew needs to be certified, at minimum as an Ablebodied Seaman. However, there are plenty of ships that have additional personnel that technically aren’t part of the crew;
My current career started on a survey ship, and all I had was skills with IT, linux, heavy machinery, and a an affinity for DIY stuff. The company paid for the training courses necessary to be on board (The certs you need are usually BOSIET and HUET, depending on the type of ship. I just remembered that I need to renew mine.).
As it’s somewhat relevant, I’ll lazypaste a comment I made a while back after someone asked how life on a ship is like:
While I’m not an AB myself, I’ve worked on ships alongside them, so I’ve gotten a lot of insight into how the crews work.
The short answer is that it depends on your role. Basically, there are usually three or four types of crew on any ship:
Bridge:
Responsible for the navigation, safety, comms, scheduling, and all procedural tasks with running a ship. There are always someone on the bridge at all times, and this person is in charge of everything. The captain is of course the senior officer, but his responsibility and authority is delegated when he’s off duty.
Deck:
It can be pretty chill, but there’s still a fuckton of tasks to do. Painting, chipping rust, inspections, maintenance, helping out bridge/engineering if they need it. Most people on the bridge or in engineering have been Deck crew (AB - Able-bodied Seaman) at some point.
I’ve also seen deck crew being responsible for grilling on Saturdays.
Engineering:
Everything to do with the engine, and overall mechanical functionality of the ship.
I intentionally left out the galley staff, as this varies a lot between ships. When it’s a big crew, like the ships I’ve been on, there’s a dedicated galley staff. On smaller crews, it can be the ABs’ job to serve up meals.
As someone who has felt exactly the way you describe and am now on the other side of it, here’s my advice.
I need to get away from the gun in my safe calling me.
Running away only works for so long. As the great poet once said, wherever you go, there you are.
I would recommend professional help.
Agreed completely, but if he spends all summer on a boat with no gun, he can earn some money and experience and get that help after.
We also need to think about OP’s potential shipmates, who might not benefit from being out at sea with a rootless suicidal person. It would be more responsible for OP to get their head straight before locking themselves away with a handful of strangers miles from anywhere
OP: retired at 35.
It didn't sound like money was the issue here.
I don’t know anything about boats, but have a suggestion you may find helpful for a while.
Do you have anyone close who would be willing to take your gun/s for awhile? Just someone who could hold onto them until you feel better about having possession of them again?
This is the first place my mind went too. Guns are most dangerous to their owners.
You should listen to most others here in the thread and seek professional help. That being said, it’s not always an option for some. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it (especially at this time), but since you’re in the US and have an interest in seafaring work, have you considered joining the Navy?
The medical benefits alone can be worth it, but your want for work kinda sounds like you want purpose and it provides that for a lot of people. You’re below the maximum age and so long as you can pass the physical requirements for your age and a drug test, waivers exist for most other criteria. No experience required.
Service comes with its own stresses as does life at sea, military or not. Be wary. Probably best to just see a doctor if you can.
The start of a true boatist begins with a balanced number of tattoos. You need at least some chain and one of those big fishing hooks they drop to stop the ship to make fast turns during action events.
You’ll need one with a heart that’s broken with an arrow thru it.
Next you need Keratin and testosterone boosters. When you start on those you’ll need to exercise a lot. Do pushups, arm wrestling and sparing. You’ll need a sword or a really long knife.
Carry a patch to cover one eye. It works better if you don’t have a leg. That way you can get a wood peg leg, which is very important.
Finally, go to Mexico and learn to roll your ars. This is what makes you a true pirate, which is your goal.
Only then will you truly be ready to donate to Anna’s Archive.
I’m 28. I’ve never had or been able to keep a real job, lost what few friends I had growing up and can’t make new ones having always been a little different and “off” to other people. I live in a cramped multi-generational house with my very dysfunctional family. Doordash, Uber Eats and donating plasma are the only ways I can make money, and my bank balance is always at or near zero despite only paying my phone bill, car insurance and a few other things but not rent. Every other menial minimum wage job I’ve ever had was either cut short by management despite my diligent effort or bullying from coworkers. There’s something about me that attracts them like flies to shit, ever since I was a kid. My car is constantly breaking down before I can even save enough to pay for repairs. Since my car in the transmission shop for 5 months I only made around 6k last year. After all that, the transmission is acting up again and this hoodrat mechanic is playing dumb refusing to cover any warranty even though he never gave me a receipt. Oh well. Even still, I would rather suffer the indignity of being a literal gig slave driving a shitmobile than get bullied by stupid rednecks again for $10/hr. I tried to get my life together and become an x ray tech last fall, but after finishing one measly prerequisite baby tier difficulty class I took on four the next semester and had to drop everything because I was having a mental breakdown. Sorry mom and dad, I tried and failed AGAIN like I always fucking do at everything ever, oh well. Then I got billed $1,101 by the school, so I set it on top of the $6000+ pile of medical bills from mental health treatments years ago that did nothing. In retrospect, I only wanted to become an x ray tech for the money, I despise people and would never have made it through that program anyway. I don’t have and will never have the money to travel or move out. I can’t even afford a quick weekend getaway, never mind that there’s nowhere interesting that doesn’t require a plane ticket to get to from where I’m at and that I could be just as alone for free in my bedroom. I’ve never had a girlfriend and probably never will. I’m an extremely unlikeable person with no hope, no future, and no legacy. Every waking moment is agony, even when I’m smiling or laughing. I think about ending it all the time. All of the treatments and medications in the world haven’t helped. Ten years. I’ve tried everything. The one thing that remains constant is me. If I had been born as anyone else I would’ve been ok. I would’ve had a real life. But no, I just HAD to be born as me. I won’t even go into detail about the psych hospitalization and bipolar misdiagnosis after a weed induced psychosis and the horrific abuse I witnessed there. That experience destroyed any remaining faith I had in the goodness of humanity or the idea that we aren’t just these animated meat puppets that break down like malfunctioning machines, sometimes permanently. I really can’t imagine what kind of a sadistic god would create a world as absolutely horrific as this. Its nice to know that while I’m sitting here alone in the dark cackling like a maniac at the dumbest shitposts imaginable day after day after day to escape the pain and monotony of my never ending nightmare, there are people out there with objectively MUCH MUCH MUCH better lives than me who have the same urge to dip out. At least your problems are fixable by your own free will and not hardwired in or imposed on you by the crushing weight of a world that was designed for other people, not you, and which leaves no room for you live with dignity and in peace. At least you haven’t burned every bridge and destroyed every relationship and ruined your reputation beyond repair. At least you haven’t been mislabelled as severely mentally ill and a threat to others by a fucking kangaroo court and had your 2nd amendment right permanently stripped away. At least you have a somewhat normally functioning brain and some level of respect from others and society in general. At least you have money and the ability to take a step back from survival to think about what you want in life. Be grateful that you even have a choice. You have no idea how good you have it.
That sounds fucking awful. But you need to know thay your tribe is out there somewhere. There are people who will understand you and appreciate you, welcome you into a community, help you change your life. I can’t tell you how to find them, but you need to believe that they’re out there, and keep trying.
I know it sucks to roll the dice and keep getting shit, but you can only roll that six if you keep rolling.
I learn fast and forget quick. Im super jelly of the retired at 35 thing. im unemployed at 53.
Shit, just go fishing. I knew multiple young guys who simply went to Alaska and asked around. You’re going to be the greenhorn but if you want to work yourself to death it’s a good path.
This is the way to do it.
I used to live in Alaska and I became friends with a few people from Seward. It is very much a thing for people, even those with zero experience, to simply go there and get jobs on fishing boats. Or processing fish or working at a tourist resort but mostly on boats. And of course that's mostly jobs for men because you need some physical fitness and strength. It might be a little harder if you're pushing forty, but I'm not sure.
There are tons of people who go up and work their asses off all summer fishing in Alaska and then don't work for the rest of the year, then do it again the next year.
If it matters I live on south padre island but will relocate literally anywhere
Not the best solution to your problem, first off.
Since you have funds, take some proper sailing lessons and find some boat delivery jobs. It will be funner, more like contract work (a few weeks at a time), challenging and you can learn to sail! Eventually, you can build skills that let you live the sea gypsy life, a mere dream for most.
My first roommate did this! There’s labor unions you join and have to go through a lot of training. Then you get furloughed for like a year.
Username@lemmy.nz 3 hours ago
Why specifically boats? Are you trying to make money with this endeavour? Is there a specific type of boat you are looking to be on? If not maybe it would be worth going on Crewbay and looking for an experienced captain who is just looking for somebody to help with tasks along the way for a single leg in exchange for food. Start to build references and miles by doing this a few times, then the more you do it, the more you will find people willing to take you on board for longer periods of time and potentially pay you (pay would be more likely if you crew on the larger motor yachts).
isyasad@lemmy.world 1 hour ago
Reminds me of the beginning of Moby Dick