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Have we been at sea for 5 days or 6? When we started I was unwell and in the
middle my birthday passed by, I'm sure of this, but when you are becalmed
time slips away unnoticed, the hours and days have little meaning. Your mind
slips into another gear. I've finished my last book and started writing
postcards. We have been experimenting with our camp cooking too; our flat
bread is pretty good and yesterday lunchtime we produced some half-decent
hamburgers from the remaining onions and corned beef. Klaus has started
playing Tango music on deck in the late afternoon before he dishes out the
planters punch, but I'm still waiting for him and Nada to give us a real
Tango demonstration. Nada has started singing show tunes and I'm thinking
that it might be time to establish a card school.
So it's day 6 (or 5 or something), we are still 20 odd miles from Treasury
Island and all is sunshine, small white, fluffy clouds and flat seas, so
flat in fact that they look like glass. And it's quiet. The boat, like all
boats, normally issues a 1000 creaks and groans, but when there's not enough
wind to move even the lightest sail there is almost perfect silence. Last
night whilst I sat alone on watch this incredible spell was only broken by a
whale that surfaced so close to the boat I could smell its damp breath.
Your mind turns to many things when you are becalmed. All subjects are
considered. Before the whale shocked me back to this world I'd been gazing
up at stars thinking how great it would be to travel to worlds all those
light years away. Before that I was designing the perfect boat and before
that wondering what Barak Obama would be like down the pub. We have a lot of
time on our hands, tones of it. Today we should probably scrub the decks or
something, but when you're becalmed the most rewarding activity is internal.
It's too damn hot for starters and in any case much more rewarding to stare
at the turquoise sea and dream a million day dreams, plot a thousand schemes
and try to guess just when exactly the wind will blow again.