The ascent of dynamo Emma Creighton
Posted on 01 March 2012
Written by Dieter Loibner
Trolling for story ideas, I clicked through the airbrushed reality of corporate communications and the ubiquitous social media posts by sailors who had become one with their sponsor’s marketing message. I was about to reach for the flask when I found this: “Spent the afternoon with NO wind. It sucked. Questioned all my motives for being here. Then I got my shit together, fixed some things, ate lunch, got moving, fixed more, showered and felt much better.”
Wow. Courageous, honest and unscripted. Relief at last.
I had stumbled upon Emma Creighton’s log entry from Oct. 27, while she was on the second leg of last year’s Mini Transat race from Funchal on the island of Madeira to Salvador de Bahia, Brazil. It’s a biennial event for single-handers who sail 4,200 nautical miles across the Atlantic from France to South America on tiny tricked-out boats. Classe Minis, as they are called, are 6.5 meters, or around 21 feet, and have canting ballast and as much as 1,200 square feet of sail. To do this race with these boats you have to be nuts. And you have to have cojones.
Last year, Creighton, 27, was one of six women among the 79 starters (www.emmacreighton.net). After Gale Browning in 2001 and Amy Boyer in 1979, she became the third U.S. woman to finish this race. But Creighton wasn’t into just finishing. After a combined time of 30 days and 51 minutes for both legs, she was the fastest woman and took 19th place in the prototype class. She covered her spread and perhaps could follow the likes of Isabelle Autissier, Dame Ellen MacArthur, Catherine Chabaud and Samantha Davies, who parlayed good finishes in the Mini Transat into stellar ocean racing careers.
I caught up with Creighton in England, where she is trying to put together her next campaign. Fundraising is a race in itself — and tough for Americans, who must move to Europe to succeed in a Eurocentric game. Leaving isn’t new to Creighton, who grew up on Deer Isle in Maine’s Penobscot Bay but has lived in Spain, Jordan, Antigua and California. “I’ve always wanted to do ocean racing, but it was hard to break into it,” she says. “Nobody seems to take on girls. It was even more frustrating because I’d done a fair amount of deliveries between the Caribbean and New England.”
But in St. Barts, at the finish of the French Transat AG2R La Mondiale double-handed race, something clicked. She took in the scene, she talked to sailors, and she vowed to become one of them. She moved to San Francisco, hoping to get opportunities to hone her skills. “But if anything, it was even harder than on the East Coast,” she says. It dawned on her that she’d have to do this on her own.
The Mini 6.50 is the entry drug for single-handed ocean racing because it’s small, fairly affordable, and used boats can still be competitive. She picked one up in France and shipped it to San Francisco, where she worked as a sailing coach. She crewed at the 2010 Melges 32 Worlds on the third-place boat and raced her Mini, Pocket Rocket, to Hawaii in the Pacific Cup, taking third in the double-handed class with a guy she’d never sailed with before. Great, but as a newcomer without a title sponsor, how could she afford it all? “I had help from family,” she says.
Her father, Bill Creighton, who took little Emma sailing on his 30-foot Morris Leigh double-ender and later on an O’Day daysailer, lent a hand. But it was different now that she needed to make the decisions. “He was a great support, helping to deal with banking and finding items that I needed,” she notes.
Early in 2011 she packed up and moved to Lorient, France, to continue preparations and do the qualifying races. It was tough, tedious and devoid of glory: work on the boat till late, pasta for dinner, maybe a movie, then hit the sack to do it all again the next day. But there was a good side, too. Without hired help she couldn’t delegate, so she became a woman of all trades, learning about carbon fiber repair, synthetic rope splicing, weather forecasting, electronics maintenance and living in a cabin the size of a linen closet. “I’m only 5 foot 1, but I’m almost at an advantage because half the battle is staying comfortable,” she says.
Yes, guys might have more muscle, but they’re taller, too, and don’t easily fit on tiny boats. “It’s an ocean race that takes a month, so what if a sail change takes a minute longer because I have to use a winch?” She says she can always make up time by sailing smarter, but there’s not much one can do about discomfort.
Resourceful and free-spirited
If getting to the Mini Transat was a circuitous journey for Creighton, it also was inevitable, considering her history. “She’s very compact and strong,” says Ken Legler, her college sailing coach, who marvels at her free-climbing skills. “Besides, she’s fearless.”
Paired with Emily Randall, who is of similar stature, Creighton learned to overcome physical limitations, and they became good friends. Small but fierce was their fighting motto. “She’s a good communicator,” recalls Randall, a business consultant in Hong Kong. “When things get stressful, she calms down. She’s mentally strong and focused.”
That focus earned her the parental nickname “Emma Bulldozer,” according to her mother, Patricia Lown, who remembers her as an “easy child with a sense of humor and a can-do attitude.” As a toddler, the story goes, Emma and the family dog once went missing. The parents were a little alarmed, of course, but soon the mailman pulled up with daughter and pooch in tow. Found them in the village. “She wanted to go to town,” Lown recalls, “and she did.”
Emma and her older sister Jessica were home-schooled, or “un-schooled” as Lown puts it. The goal was to let the girls develop independence and passion. They also learned to deal with their parents’ divorce. Later, Emma attended the private Putney School in Vermont before enrolling at Tufts University in Massachusetts, where she joined the sailing program. She also went against the grain by picking Arabic and Middle Eastern studies as her major. “She was always interested in philosophy and religion and the clash of ideologies,” says her father, Bill.
Emma’s reasoning is a tad more mundane: “After high school I moved to Spain to brush up on French and Spanish, but I also wanted to learn another language that was not Romance.”
Of course, Arabic isn’t widely spoken in New England, so she took a break from college for a job in Jordan as a diving instructor at a Red Sea resort before attending classes at the University of Jordan in Amman. To apply her language skills and support a worthy cause, she later worked as a counselor at the Seeds of Peace camp with Palestinian, Israeli and Egyptian girls, and others from regions of conflict. “I’d been living in Antigua and felt pretty strongly that I needed to do something intellectually challenging again, and something with a greater social meaning than just hanging around on the beach and going fishing,” she says.
Pursuing her dream of ocean racing, perhaps with a sponsor that is involved with charity, she’d like to inspire other young women to take matters into their own hands. But it will be a battle. “Getting to the starting line always is the biggest race,” says Jonathan McKee, a two-time Olympic medalist for the United States who sustained a broken mast in the 2003 Mini Transat with victory before his eyes. “Sponsorship for sailing is limited, even on a top level. The U.S. is behind the curve because [single-handed ocean racing] is not a discipline we do, [but] women have more marketing opportunities and a better story to tell because the upper echelon of sailing has few female sailors. That’s why they stand out.”
A struggle well worth it
Despite her petite physique, Emma stands out because of her spirit and because she matured during the Mini Transat. The wind was capricious, she was “almost run over by a [insert expletive] tanker,” and she had to deal with gear issues. She also stopped in the middle of the ocean to stand by a competitor whose boat was damaged after a collision with a ship, for which she received redress.
Asked about her biggest hardships, Emma doesn’t mince words. “Between the weather being so weird and things going wrong and being so lonely, it was hard to stick to it,” she says. “I beat myself up about being unhappy, which made me more unhappy.” And with a sigh, she adds, “I wish I’d been able to enjoy it more.”
In the end, pride won out. When she stepped ashore at the finish in Brazil, she was welcomed by, among others, race winner David Raison, and she received a bunch of flowers for being the first woman to finish. Slowly it sunk in. “Oh, it was so worth it,” she says with a laugh. “I’ve never set a goal like this for myself and followed through. It’s pretty incredible to feel that you did it. You did this ridiculously crazy thing, but it all worked out.”
It’ll be fascinating to watch Emma’s career develop as she continues to build her ocean racing résumé, maybe with a Class 40 campaign next. Whatever she does, I sure hope she will also continue to be Emma: courageously honest and refreshingly unscripted.
Dieter Loibner is sailing editor for Soundings.
This article originally appeared in the March 2012 issue.