Bill Bateman

William J. Bateman III

DOB – September 03 1980

Education – University of North Carolina @ Chapel Hill (’03)

       BS Business Admin.

       Spanish Minor

Travels – Leeward and Windward Islands


                Costa Rica, Mexico

    Chile, Argentina, Peru

Interests/Hobbies – Fishing, Boating, Traveling,


In the course of one’s life, there are few times when the opportunity arises to “pull up anchor” and run at the mercy of the wind countless miles across an unpredictable, untamed, body of water.   As a young man, fresh out of college, and  consciously avoiding the austere commitments of the real world (for the moment),  I am grateful to have been  presented this opportunity by the Lambertsens at a time in my life when travel is at the top of my list of priorities.  I have always been fascinated by sailboats; not only their physical gracefulness and serenity, but also their mechanical soundness and efficiency, dating back to the times of the Phoenicians.  Prior to this trip, I had done a bit a sailing –from handling small sunfish on the Pamlico River to bareboating in Florida and the Bahamas with friends to participating in a sailing development program in the Leeward and Windward Islands one summer, and even taking classes to become a USCG licensed captain. These experiences may have furnished me with much of necessary general knowledge of boat handing, but they could have never prepared me for the dynamic of  a transatlantic passage.  While I didn’t believe it at first, a 65 foot ketch is fairly similar to smaller, more simplistic boats – it merely has more gadgets and rigging which require more time,  effort, and attention. 

However, even after the familiarization and adaptation to the vessel have transpired, there still exists an inexplicable element – a product of  the solidarity felt while 1000 miles from any other living person and surrounded by a profound blue ocean; the bond created between yourself and all sailors that crossed before you; the humility acquired as every cautious step throughout the boat reminds you of the dominance of the waves crashing against your hull; the joy felt at seeing a pod of dolphins serenade your boat for a few miles of their innocuous journey; the awe experienced as a revitalizing ocean sunrise leads to a breathtaking ocean sunset, and the soothing tranquility instilled by vast heavens as they reveal the grandeur of innumerable celestial bodies.  When merged, these sensations produce a harmony that can only be amplified by the apparition of  a full sail, and the awareness that some day soon land will be in sight and your passage will be complete.  Here, mine are the joys which stem from the precariousness of such a journey – a journey which has the capacity to exercise the faith of any sailor of any vessel – forcing them to acknowledge that “O God, thy ocean is so big, and my boat is so small.”

Whether this trip is a doorway to a lifetime full of boating, or simply a onetime experience, I feel blessed to have been able to partake in the voyage in all regards.

Bill’s Little Known Favorite Things at Sea

Watch?  B – a Cappuccino at 3:30 AM is a wonderful thing
Compass heading?  180 o True (I like going South, sadly we never had this heading)
Latitude? 36 o 30 N
Tack?  Broadreach
Sail?  Mizzen Staysail
Temperature?  98.6 o F
Cat?  Saba (Looks like the cat from The Jungle Book)
Crystal Light Flavor?  None (Water is the only drink of a wise man – Thoreau)
Knot?  Spanish Bowline
Cloud Formation?  Funnels
Phase of the Moon?   Full, rising over the sea
Lifesaving device/safety procedure?  Night Vision Goggles
Malnutritional Ailment at Sea?  I don’t worry about minor details
Books read – For Whom the Bell Tolls — Hemingway,  Atlas Shrugged — Rand 
Fish Lost — I don’t lose fish, I give them another chance



Nice spot to watch the sunset