Halfway into his sailing trip around the world,
Two days earlier,
As Lawler's 47-foot Traveler approached the narrow passage that connects the Gulf of Aden to the Red Sea, he and his girlfriend, Barbara Burdick of
Sure enough, Lawler spied through his binoculars a fast-approaching fishing boat — called a ponga — with three men onboard. One gripped an AK-47 assault rifle.
"My heart started to beat out of my chest," Lawler said.
The pirate boat soon pulled alongside Traveler, which was sailing downwind at 8 knots in very rough seas.
"They started shouting, I think in Arabic, and pointing to our sails," Lawler said. "They wanted me to stop but I just kept playing dumb and yelling back that I didn't understand."
At one point, the pirates got so agitated that Lawler feinted an attempt to take down the sails, but he knew his only chance to escape was to keep going at full speed.
After about 15 minutes, Lawler and Burdick decided to sit at the helm with their backs to the pirate ship, praying that they weren't shot in the back. Soon, the fishing boat peeled off.
"Maybe they were beginner pirates," Lawler laughed, over coffee at Kean in Newport Beach. He wore a
Since departing from
For Lawler, the dream began when he attended Semester at Sea, a college program aboard a cruise ship.
"It opened my eyes to world travel and sailing across the oceans," Lawler said. "I always thought, 'One of these days …'"
But for the next three decades, life got in the way: a legal career, a marriage and three kids. Five years ago, Lawler saw a window of opportunity. He had gone through a divorce, his youngest children — twin boys — were finishing high school, and his new girlfriend's lifelong dream was also to sail around the world.
He started looking for boats and bought a North Wind '47 from a guy who, because of illness, had to give up his own dream of sailing the open seas. Lawler vowed the same fate wouldn't happen to him.
So he got his captain's license after attending an Orange Coast College class, spent six months refitting the newly christened Traveler (he's a
Lawler and Burdick sailed east, setting a course that stayed mostly in the tropics. They kept a flexible schedule, spending more time at some destinations such as Tahiti, Australia, Bali and Greece because of weather conditions, repairs or simply because they loved the locale.
They brought family and friends along on many legs of the journey to share the experience — which included lightning storms, high seas and pods of dolphins that nudged at feet hanging over the bow — and seemed positively Forrest Gump-like in their ability to sail to a country where news was happening.
They carried relief supplies to Haiti a month after the killer
"We took them back to the island, and the natives insisted that we party with them for three days for saving the lives of the fisherman," Lawler said.
Lawler's adventure came to a close after a trip through the Panama Canal and up the coast of Central and North America. He sailed into Newport Harbor on July 3.
"It was a cocktail of emotions," Lawler said. "I felt relieved, excited, travel weary and thrilled. I had accomplished a lifelong dream. But it was like coming to the finish of a really great book — I just didn't want it to end."
Since then, life has been a bit of an adjustment. Lawler, who went barefoot for most of those three years, had to buy new shoes because his feet had flattened out and expanded. His musty suits had to be hauled to the cleaners, and he had to rebuild his legal practice.
He's looking for a new Newport house, but he doesn't stray far from the ocean these days, having sailed to Catalina eight times since his return. And he's already entered next summer's Transpac Yacht Race to
It's hard not to meet with Lawler and see, as one author coined it, the Ghost of Future Regret. He looks tanned, rested and at peace. His stories of adventure in exotic lands are intoxicating.
He could have spent the past three years like most of us here in Newport-Mesa hammering out a living while stealing a few moments of joy and excitement here and there.
Unlike most of us caught up in webs of our own making, Lawler lived the words of