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A Captain’s Irresistible Tales

Richard Griffiths has found and lost love again and again, but the lady he loves most is perhaps Rosalind, the 1903 lugger he’s been with for 50 year


Griffiths is a self-described romantic.Richard Thomas Griffiths, famous professional yacht captain, has a story he’d like to tell you — actually, by conservative estimate, several hundred such stories.

Do not avoid the good Captain.

You might happen to be walking across Maryland’s Oxford Boatyard when you encounter a slender fellow 5-feet-and-a-brick tall. He probably will be wearing a varnish-spattered white dress shirt with the cuffs buttoned. A wispy, curled moustache and pointy beard suggest Shakespeare. The eyebrows arch and dance. If you say hello, you may well be halted for hours, mesmerized as Capt. Griffiths, 70, regales you with a story of crushing, yet funny, irony drawn from his vast experience.

The chances are it will be a love story. The love of Griffiths’ life is only feet away. Her name is Rosalind. She’s a 1903 lugger, a fishing boat that a half-century ago he converted to a yacht. The honey-thick brightwork looks deep enough to drown in. Griffiths has been with Rosalind since he rescued her from the mud in his homeland, England.

But there are many, many stories of love of a more human, fleeting nature. Some of these affairs occurred during Griffiths’ career as a skipper sailing legendary yachts for wealthy owners. Often, his young crewmembers found the captain irresistible. “He’s entertaining, and he loves women,” says former crewmember and lover Karen Waterworth, “especially young women.”

“I am,” Griffiths declares in a most aristocratic British accent, “a romantic!” rolling his “r” as if playing the regimental drum. He is also an artist and has been one longer than he’s been a sailor. In fact, that’s how the captain met Rosalind of St. Ives.

“It was here in the harbor of Shoreham, in Sussex, south England, that I, a 21-year-old art teacher recently thwarted in love, found myself wandering forlornly through the steady drizzle of a late-November day when Cupid’s arrow was launched again,” Griffiths has written. (With the help of another younger lover, Viviann Napp, he is compiling a memoir that collects many of his tales.) “Staring at this aging, decrepit vessel, it occurred to me that if I could rent or buy her, it could be a cheap studio.”

Griffiths works hard to keep Rosalind in Bristol condition.Rosalind’s fish hold became his saloon, her care his passion, her preservation his art form. In return, she has been there for him throughout the rest of his travels, a most constant love. She was there in 1967 when, lusting for warm weather during another grim English winter, Griffiths quit his teaching job and sailed across the English Channel and through the French canals with his lady at the time and their son, Julian. They arrived in Greece nearly destitute, but happy. In short order, he was a deck hand on a private yacht.

“And that’s how I spent 10 days with God,” Griffiths recalls with a wry arch of his brow that telegraphs a certain upper-class distaste. “Actually, his name wasn’t God. It was Charlton Heston.”

Performed live, Griffiths’ stories are theatrical. Often, his stage is the boatyard gravel. Upstage would be the blue wooden front of his rented shop. The proscenium is usually marked by a mast stored on saw horses. Griffiths performs between the two. His audience: yard employees, slip-holders, guests — anyone prowling the boatyard, an institution that warmly welcomes a diverse fleet of interesting vessels and that finds a place for unconventional classics like Griffiths and Rosalind.

The Captain hooks you, his audience, with any number of dialects and gestures that magnify his words. Not just the sweeping hands, but the turn of a shoulder and a cheek toward you, the arching of that brow, the slowly arriving smile — all of these create the drama at hand, from thundering edicts of God to the obsequious flattery of a servant. He could be Hamlet, don’t you see?




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