Latest Dispatch · 13 July 2026
Useless and Thrilled: Three Days Out of Savannah
Atlantic Ocean, roughly 600 nautical miles east of Savannah
The ship finally moved. The horn, the gap of water, the smell of diesel and salt and something I cannot name. I have never felt more superfluous in my life.
Atlantic Ocean, roughly 600 nautical miles east of Savannah · 13 July 2026
9 July 2026Aboard at Last: Berth 8, Garden City Terminal
I am on the ship. I have a cabin. I have met three of the crew. We sail tomorrow on the tide.
8 July 2026Embarkation Notes from Savannah
Three days of humidity, oysters, paperwork, and a very serious conversation with a shipping agent named Doreen.
Monday, 6 July 2026Departure: Atlanta, 06:42, Peachtree Station
The train south. A duffel that will not zip. A MacBook balanced on my knees. A boiled peanut vendor who asked no questions.
3 July 2026The Plan, or: How I Ended Up Booking Passage on a Container Ship
A quiet run of free time, one wall map, and a slightly unhinged spreadsheet. This is how the whole thing started.
The Premise
Some time on my hands. One duffel. One MacBook. One 400 metre container ship out of Savannah.
I have found myself with some time on my hands. Rather than learn Italian or buy a road bike, I have elected to circumnavigate the world by container ship, filing regular dispatches from the weather deck. The coffee is strong. The WiFi is not.