Position: 18 47.3 N 021 26.8 W
Course: South by west, Speed 5 knots
Wind: Northeast, fresh breeze
Weather: Partly cloudy, warm
Day's Run: 121 miles
And another good days run, this is more like it, certainly beats drifting
around flogging sails as we were doing north of the Canaries. As expected
the wind has freshened a little and veered into the northeast, looks a lot
like the trade wind to me, which meant we had to gybe last night as we were
running off to the east too much. The plan from here is to pretty much head
south until we cross the ITCZ and get into the southeast trades, then we'll
make for the coast of Brazil, about 2,000 miles away..
All is well.
You know I am grateful for the fish but . . . this morning's was very small,
certainly not enough to live on. I mean, I do appreciate a treat, the
delight of crunching on the meat, scales and bones, the bliss of tasting
succulent raw flesh and the sublimeness of feeling it all slip down one's
throat. But after such a morsel, such a delicacy, the appetite barely
whetted for more, and then to have to turn back to a bowl full of dull dry
dusty hard tack. No, No. I just can't do it. More fish. . please, please . .
send more fish.
I really need to conserve my strength . . . Zzzzzzzz.