There is something particularly romantic about the sea. Behind each wave is another mystery, another adventure. In my younger days, I worked aboard a majestic English Liner. Though I have been consigned to land ever since, it would be a lie to say that I don’t often long for the many days where the sea and the sky were all that could be seen. Truth be told, I don’t know if or when I will return to those at times thunderous and at times serene North Atlantic waters. But I have made my wish known that when, at last, I have shuffled off this mortal coil, I want for my surviving relatives to take me back to the seas of my youth and spread my ashes to the wind and water.
I never believed I was alone in this desire. But it was this week that I read about two octogenarian twins who plan on executing my plan, but better. This is the story of Val and Carl Vollmer and how they want to step off of the land and never return. Estimating that the rigors of sea life on their 85-year-old bodies will fast take its toll, both twins are hiring a crew of 12 to help them pilot ‘The Peacemaker’, a three-masted barquentine, for a two-year, round-the-world cruise. And they will prepare the crew for the days inevitable when the twins will draw their last breaths. It is on those days that the Vollmer’s are instructing their crew to release them over the side of the vessel, letting them slip down, down, down into the deep that is Davey Jones’ Locker.