Rebecca Lee is pissed at the SEA NYMPH "crew."

All right, I admit it. Jennifer Appel and Natasha “Tasha” Fuiava pushed all my buttons and I’m a little pissed. I’ve been fascinated by their story, I’ve read every article I could get my eyes on and listened to all the interviews and press conferences I could get my ears on. This article is my opportunity to stand in front of these women and, in a voice low enough not to be perceived as threatening yet firm enough to be clearly and definitively understood, request that they immediately cease and desist the utter bullshit.  

In case you haven’t already heard, a story hit the news media recently involving two women, and their two dogs, aboard a 50 foot sailboat named Sea Nymph. These women claimed to have set sail from Hawaii, bound for Tahiti. They claimed wild, engine crippling storms, they claimed rigging failure, they claimed shark attacks and they claimed failed communications equipment. They claimed they lived off of dry food stores and a handheld water maker as they floated, helplessly adrift, for five entire months until they were rescued by a fishing boat and, eventually, by the crew of the USS Ashland, a Whidbey Island-class dock landing ship of the United States Navy.

Since then, media coverage has happened. A number of articles have come out, debunking nearly every aspect of their story. There was no storm, there were no sharks, they are not emaciated, neither knew how to sail and their boat’s rig was not prohibitively compromised. These women are full of shit. They are lying. The story is so full of holes and exaggerations and plainly moronic statements it holds just about as much water as a colander. Why?

I bought a 28’ boat when I was 20 years old in Key West, Florida (it was my boyfriend-at-the-time’s idea) and learned how to sail by fucking up everything possible. I single-handed, rather gracelessly, across the Gulf of Mexico a couple of times, I did a lot of work on my own boat and I have had my share of experiences. When I was 28, I sold the boat to attend a maritime school called Harry Lundeberg’s School of Seamanship in Piney Point, Maryland. I completed two phases of this program and was dropped for reasons that boiled down to purely and simply what I would like to give a shout out to Jennifer and Tasha for not helping the maritime industries healthfully manage: discrimination.

Listen, Jennifer and Tasha, if you ever read this: WE DON’T NEED STORIES LIKE YOURS IN THE MEDIA.  You are who you are, my friends, and you have a greater responsibility than the average Joe. You fucked it up. How dare you. You insult me when you describe the approach of the United States Navy by gushing, “When that big, gray boat appeared on the horizon, we knew we were saved!” Save it, sister. There’s no Emmy for best fake survival story on the internet and you won’t be starring in Lost at Sea: Pink Bikinis for the Dogs (Sponsored by Uncle Ben’s One Minute Rice: It only Takes One Minute!!) anytime soon. These women demonstrated terrible seamanship, lack of respect for one another, their vessel and, if you ask me, the United States Navy, they are incompetent mechanics and awful sailors, they have little to no personal morals or credibility to speak of, they are God-awful navigators, they are liars, exaggerators and disillusioned by the romance of their own poorly founded concepts about one another, the sea and their ideals, they are a danger to themselves and all those around them, they have zero respect for the power and authority of Mother Ocean, they have no business operating a vessel of any size or variety and they do not know how to care for their animals, to touch the tip of the iceberg composed of their mistakes. There are a thousand articles out there now debunking and speaking factually and firmly to each of these aspects of the strange tale of Sea Nymph.  One thing, however, one sensitive aspect of this story that strikes me as the giant blonde, black and white elephant in the room is a very simple fact that has, so far, gone largely untouched: they are women.

I am not a hardcore feminist. If given the opportunity, I don’t even want to talk about it. I just want everyone to be treated the same way, across the board, regardless of everything. That. Sounds. Great. But, you know what? That does not seem to be the way this human-experience shaped cookie crumbles. And you know that Jennifer and Tasha are? They are minorities. 
Jennifer and Tasha identify as lesbians, involved in a relationship with one another, and they aren’t hiding it. Jennifer is a semi-pretty caucasian blonde girl who wants to be an actress and Tasha is dark-skinned. Combined, they’re practically a walking billboard for a company that’s trying way too hard to be sensitive. If only the dogs were Asian, that would really pull on the global heartstrings. An underrepresented minority faction in this particular scenario, a couple Shih Tzu’s would really tie the room together. Jennifer and Tasha did this for attention, with Jennifer leading the charge. It has come to light that Tasha has no sailing experience whatsoever, some joking that she was simply enamored with Jennifer and so went along for the ride to save face in the name of love. Hear this, Jennifer Appel, taking someone offshore who has no experience whatsoever, who clearly has no clue what she’s getting herself into, is not love. It is abuse and it is dangerous, cruel, and disrespectful. Check yourself.

Yes, they are awful sailors. But you know what you don’t need to purchase and operate a boat? A license. Not even a basic vision test. I could spend every last breath of my life telling you about all the idiotic shit I’ve born witness to on the water. Anybody who wants to, anybody who fancies a romantic Jack Sparrow-infused jaunt on the high seas can Parlay their MainMast right on out there into the open ocean, tie a bandana around their heads, take a selfie, post it on Instagram, #pirateslifeforme, and then fuck right off and die, for all I care. Ashes to ashes, my ill-informed friends. Its a whole other article to debunk the idiocy that is the spending of thousands of dollars to fund “rescue” missions to “save” those who were fully, one hundred percent responsible for placing themselves in a situation of great danger in the first place, not to mention that I would prefer the fine members of the United States Coast Guard NOT risk THEIR lives to save YOUR dumb ass, savvy?

Alternatively, we have some really amazing stories about truly successful, respectful and beautiful sailors. You can honor the stories of those like Sir Francis Chichester, Ernest Shackleton and Joshua Slocum, sailing their finely built craft great distances with aplomb and eloquence. We can reach further back in time and admire the fundamental cultures, traditions and roots of sailing, like the Polynesians, the Vikings and the Greeks, stories like the voyage of Kon-Tiki, countless intriguingly designed and uniquely engineered wind-powered craft and, also, authors who we enthusiastically accepted as artistic exaggerators such as Tristan Jones and Jack London. They certainly did not tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help them God, but at least they had the decorum to make it sound good. These fools can’t even pull that off. I digress. Notice what these stories don’t involve. Women. You know what they definitely don’t involve? Women of minority. Not racially, not sexually. The maritime industries have not only been long dedicated to the pursuits of the art of sailing and seamanship, but they have been likewise dedicated to the prevention of women doing these things. Women were, rather recently and superstitiously, believed to be “bad luck” aboard sea-going craft. One of my first heroes, Anne Bonny, was a female pirate who disguised herself as a man for most of her swarthy career. Women were only allowed into the United States Navy in the last 100 years. The history of sailing dates back at least two millennia. Women are fantastic sailors. We are intuitive, intelligent, capable and strong. We are every bit just as worthy as a man aboard a ship and finally there are women doing such long coined “men’s” jobs aboard boats, like mechanics, engineers and, yes, wouldn’t you know it, full on Captains. And they’re great at it. Thoughtful, considerate, discerning and intelligent. Professional. Because they have to be to survive.

I know a lot of women who work in the male-dominated maritime industries. I am a woman who not only wanted and continues to want to work in the maritime industries, but I am also capable, competent, beautiful, emotional, intelligent and gifted. And you know what it was for me, perhaps because of these things? Fucking. Difficult.

Everywhere I went in the maritime world I encountered a whooooole lotta men. Men on sailboats, men on the docks, men on the fishing boats, men at the school, male officers and male instructors. I was one of two females in my class at Piney Point. It’s fine! Men are fine! I wanted to be there. I like the water, I love the ocean and I thought it would be cool to make my living that way. However, I am still struggling with the realization that, if I want to do that, the pressure on me because of my gender, intelligence and appearance will be far greater than it is on my male counterparts. That I will be judged, ruthlessly, just for being who I was born as. That I will have to notice your stereotypes and biases and not respond to them, time after time, to protect my own future. That I will have to prove myself every single day of my career. And this, my friends, is what truly upsets me about the story of Jennifer Appel, Natasha Fuiava and Sea Nymph. By being so fucking goddamn stupid, careless, uninformed and unprofessional, you are adding to the already present, obnoxious and unnecessary stereotype that absolutely exists in the world that I love: that women are not competent mariners. I resent you and I request, once again, that you cease and desist, immediately, your bullshit. You are making my already quite challenging path more difficult and I do not appreciate it.

We don’t need another story about women who are foolhardy, anywhere. We don’t need another story about women who are attention-whores, liars or trying to get something for nothing, anywhere. We don’t need more vapid, smiling, sort of pretty eyes compelling some kind of empathy and woe for their self-generated situations ANYWHERE. We need accountability, professionalism and stories of success. We need more real-life heroes and kick-ass ladies like Laura Dekker, Sarah Kaplan, Emma Hutchins and Nancy Boyce and fictional characters like Disney’s Moana. We need more wicked cool, competent and gorgeous female captains, engineers, deckhands and sailors like Jess Hewitt, Katie Walker and Laura Groves, strong female media presence like that of Kim Carver and women-run educational vessels like the Unicorn. I am ferociously proud of each and every one of them and I KNOW how hard it is. It shouldn’t be. Stop making it more difficult.       
- Rebecca Lee is 31 years old, a sailor, 
an artist by trade, a cancer survivor, and an abuse survivor.   


  1. Confratulation Rebecca Lee, I am sure you said what many of us think.

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  3. Well done.............I agree that, generally, women have to work twice as hard to be half as recognized as some, both competent and incompetent, men out there.
    It has always seemed to me that if ANY organization (business, manufacturing firm, government, etc.) wanted to be the best they could be would hire and promote the best people regardless of gender, race, religious affiliation, etc.
    I believe it's the bullies in some men that has NOT allowed this to happen.
    Hopefully THAT is changing.

  4. I look at these two idiots as the type of people that I wouldn't want to spend 5 minutes with- regardless of being men or women. They give people a bad name.

  5. So, you don't want to be judged by your genitals but that qualifies you to judge others by theirs. The post is about you and uses their story as a platform... OK I get it. Rage on, mad vagina lady.

    1. This post was about her experience of prejudice, and how people like this make it worse and help perpetuate that same prejudice. Clearly you haven't experienced or just don't understand the nature of discrimination, my friend. When being discriminated against, you don't want to be judged by the characteristics that people use against you. True. You are AT THE SAME TIME forced to realize that regardless of merit, you are ALSO being lumped together with others who happen to share these features, whether you want to be or not. And its crappy, because some of those people are idiots and give the bigots ammunition to use in their unwarranted stance against you. So yes, because you're unfairly associated (which is the nature of bigotry and prejudice) with someone, you DO have the right to tell them to stop making you look bad. You've already paid the price your whole life. You've earned that right. She's not raging, she's right.
      And I'll add that I'm an African American sailor who get's pissed off at seeing the brothers mishandle themselves on the water, because it DOES reflect on me in some people's eyes, whether I want it to or not. As such I also reserve the right to tell those idiots to learn their shit before they set sail because I'm the one getting the sideways looks while they're getting rescued. Damn skippy.

  6. Seriously, this is so goddamn good and true.

  7. Rebecca, I agree with 99% of your rant, but please be aware that there are male mariners who support the right of women to serve in the maritime industries and navies and do treat them fairly and with respect. Rare? Possibly, but I suspect not as rare as you might think, and we are growing.

    I am one of them.

  8. Bravo!! I don't know what those women were thinking when they made up their tale of distress. I don't own a boat and even I smelled their b.s.

  9. Bravo! Keep up the fight! I wanted to be a construction contractor back in the day, it was a man's world too too much. I became a nurse, like my mom. It was an amazing career but I still wonder, 'What if...'

  10. Naomi James, 1st solo circumnavigate of female persuasion. Sadly, it's true. In my lifelong experience on the water and several years in aviation I found that women, sans testosterone will yield to bad weather reports and won't get all macho with the Forces of Nature! As for the Sea Nymph, a staged attemp to revive a failing acting career. At considerable cost to the American People for use of the US navy!

  11. Thanks for expressing how many of us feel about the hoax. I noticed you you did not mention Emma Watson or Ellen MaCarthur. Two of the great women sailors of our time.

  12. Not everyone needs to turn their dramas into a way to make money Miss "cancer survivor, and an abuse survivor." Agreed this entire piece is about you and your hate. No new facts to offer? This rant is a waste of time, only spreading displaced anger.

  13. It Couldn't have been said by a man and I applaud you for saying it just the way it is. I have taught many people to sail and some of the best are women they are detailed, pay more attention to safety issues and are generally better at practical skills.
    It is unfortunate that such an incident, which any real sailor with any skills and knowledge could see right through, got so much press. I would love to interview them in front of a camera and challenge this whole fabrication.
    Kevin J Wilson Instructor Evaluator, International Sail and Power Academy

  14. I'm ready to retire now and I'll say that my path, president of a financial institution, then working in management in transportation, starting in the 70s, I went through at least as tough a road in male dominated professions. Usually the only woman and always dealing with misogynists (then we called them 'men') I hated the times other women undermined the road I was on by doing stupid things or playing the princess card. This is not new. This simply shows how slowly our sociatal norms evolve. Deep breath. Don't worry about what they do. YOU represent you. It worked for me.

  15. From one sailor girl to another-thank you for expressing my doubts and questions I had since reading about those 2 women rescue.Lots of twisting tell tales, lies and blown out of proportion dramas.While the coast guards were busy with that lot they were unable to assist others.If you sail a yacht out there you ought to be able to cope without relying on others to rescue you.Be creative-use what you got on board and be a sensible sailor- its your boat and your responsibility. Hmhm as far as the aspect that these were female sailors goes I am also thinking they would get similar response if they were males.As their behavior is 'shitty'seamanship-as simple as that.Just a good reminder for all of us-respect moana(sea) and you will go a long way.

  16. Wow! Well said! I am a kayaker, recreational musher and horsewoman, but my experience sailing has been as a random participant in the Longship Company (mostly rowing around Oakley MD and sometimes putting the big square thingie up) and sailing on other people's historical reproductions on public sails (they did let me drive the Pride of Baltimore II once, with a real sailor standing by). This is all to say I appreciate the real skill needed to do any more than paddle around the pond or sail on the local lake or a Chesapeake Bay creek. I make a point about kayakers all the bloody time: here's the stuff you need to have to not get yourself dead. Sailing, especially offshore is far more challenging. I have watched the young crews of the historical reproduction vessels at work and have some idea of the complexity and difficulty of flying a hundred foot tall ship... kudos to them! (there are lots of young women aboard these ships, and lately, many diverse men and women of color). These are the people, trying to educate the public, kids, and to keep history a living breathing thing, we should hear more stories about.

  17. Thank you!! Have been saying this since the first 30 seconds of the broadcast. However, your words are much better than mine for the anger I feel that this publicity stunt has taken women mariners back to square one.

  18. Very nice! Me too! All of that.