I took sailing lessons at a yacht club in Annapolis. It was a case of kids getting out of jaguars, BMWs, Mercedes, and one kid was even dropped off from a Rolls. We'd a class in the yacht club in the morning and then go out on the water in the afternoon. On the Friday, it was in a Mustang, if i recall correctly, which was just a 16 foot open launch with a mast stepped. On Saturday and Sunday, we went out in the afternoon in Rainbow class sloops, 25 feet with an enclosed cabin. Completing the course (the check clearing was the most important test) entitled one to join their club flotilla in a cruise around the Chesapeake, and use of one of the Rainbows. Most kids sailed with their Mater and Pater in the family yacht. I had been with a young woman who was at Vassar and her morose young teenage sister. They were a lot of fun, even Miss Morose, who had a hard time being severe, what with being wet most of the time and sunburned. Their parents showed up with a 61 foot yawl rigged yacht. Having forgotten the keys to my yacht, i checked out one of the Rainbows. Miss Vassar and her sister decided to accompany me, although they slept aboard the yawl with M & P.
Whenever you were in one of the yacht club's boats, it would be in the charge of a local teenager. These were truly watermen born and bred for all that they were high school kids. Their accent wasn't too thick, but they spoke to us very slowly and loudly, the way people will when they think their auditor is not too bright. By Monday afternoon, Miss Vassar had had about enough of the kid in our boat, and every time he started to open his mouth, she'd tell him to shut up. It was pretty obvious that he had the big woody for her, so he'd shut up. As everyone relaxed, his accent got more marked, and i know what you mean about a probably Elizabethan origin. They were good kids, mostly, and a good time was had by all.