The Queen

Mesmerised

With the flirtatious play of dolphins in the bow wave 

Heading for Pilau Kapas                                  

The rolling of the junk

In the pendulant swell 

Sailing into the sun

Warn on the face

The wind tousling the hair

Turning  

Looking down the length of the junk

Between the three masts

Standing

Resolute

legs astride at the tiller

Was a leathery tanned

Bleached blonde

Statuses German 

Beatrice or Bee

The queen of the seas 

At the helm

her sarong flapping rhythmically against her legs

With a ginger cat

Hanging over her shoulder

Two paws neatly aligned

Erect

Alert

Eyes dilated

Head

knowingly

Scanning the skies 

Resolute

A fixed steer

Captivated by the circling birds

With an irritated shake of the head

As Bee’s hair

Wafted in the gentle breeze

Swept around the cat’s head 

We meet in the market over a bowl of rice porridge

When she was provisioning the junk

Bee and her partner had spent three years in Malacca

On the west coast of Malaysia

Building a Chinese junk  

Going native to survive

Living with the boat builders

Using traditional techniques developed around 200 BC in China

For this 18m craft

No nails, wooden pulleys, bark caulking

I soon learned what their version of

Going native

really meant for them both

they had been peddling drugs to tourists

sailing the junk around to the east coast of Malaysia

they started a regular drug run from Thailand to Singapore

sitting out the monsoon in Thailand

This worked well for a number of years

Until her partner was arrested in Singapore for drug trafficking

She was now surviving on a hand to mouth basis

Until he gets out

Hence ferrying of the local expats out to the coastal islands

Normally we would hire a Malay fishing boat that would get to the island in about an hour

Sailing directly into the wind though

The junk took four hours

We had time to listen

Bee’s junk was an extension of herself

Rugged

Roughly Huon

A primitive but ancient intelligence  

Extremely capable

Dependable

She knew what she was doing

launching a lightning smile

she would tie the tiller

swept us along the deck

in animated delight

Bee

unfolding the character of her second self

her junk or pinyin

literally a Chinese clipper

In Malay adjong

a ship or large vessel

From which the English derived the word junk

This revolutionary technology was brought to Malacca

By Chinese traders during the Melaka Sultanate around 450 AD

And adapted by the Malays and the Bugis pirates

Who were based in the Singapore area

Well before it was Singapore

It took the Europeans centuries to catch up to this technological wonder

No European standing rigging here

Three sails in a line

Lazy jacks or ropes in the plane of the sail

Linking and strengthening the sail panels

The sails designed to direct the wind into one another

Enabling the junk to sail into the wind

The bamboo sail stays panelling the sail

So any tear in the sail was limited to a single panel

smart

But the big advance

was the watertight compartments, thirteen in this case

Each sealed from the other

One being damaged

the junk would still be safe to sail

Great for freight

The forward compartments

Had limber holes

Very small holes to enable the ballast to flow between compartments

Stabilising the junk

During rough seas 

the lee boards, centre board and the stern mounted rudder

were all innovations at the time

With fenestrated rudders being introduced in the 13 century

Namely holes in the rudder

Reducing the force needed to direct the rudder

explaining Bee’s confidence at the helm

I was enthralled

Watching this prematurely aged

weathered soul’s

child-like wonder

in sharing her passion 

still

the flapping red flags

capped each mast

to please the sky dragon in the Mazu religion

supposedly where Macau got its name

on queue

the red flags flapped

as the wind changed direction

we lumbered towards Kapas

in a time warp

Bee’s world

The queen of her domain