An unexpected challenge of my new job is learning the local dialect. I am only able to understand about 25% of what's being spoken, I'm speaking of a place that is only 20 miles from where I grew up.
To aid rookie sternman on the coast of Maine, I've decided to compile a list of everything I have been able translate.
I was bagging bait when the Captain yelled: "Scott Will." I turned to see the captain pointing at the stern of the boat, where a buoy had snagged. So, the first word is "Scott."
Scott (skot)
To be caught.
The buoy scott!
The buoy is caught!
I'll post more when I can understand more.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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skool!
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