A Steady Breeze
Course: Southwest, Speed: 4.5 knots
Wind: North nor west, gentle breeze
Weather: Partly cloudy, warm
Day's Run: 147 miles
Now that we have cleared from the African coast we have enjoyed a steady
fair breeze for the past 24 hours or so, reflected in a good day's run at
last. I have barely had to touch the sheets. When the moon set last night the bio-luminescence from the wake shone brilliantly. The wind has lightened a
little this morning but we are still making a comfortable four and a half
knots at which rate we should be approaching the Canaries two days hence. We
shall probably stop here for a couple of days as I would like to top up with
a few fresh supplies. Now the question is which island shall we stop at.
All is well.
We are surrounded by water, ocean everywhere. There must be millions of fish
out there but do we have even a single line over the side? Actually we do
have one and do you know what is on the end of it? - a useless piece of
plastic called an impellor, I believe used for measuring how far we have
traveled through the water. Who cares? Pull the thing in and put a fishing
line out. Why oh why did I get stuck with this very strange skipper? I give
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
My refuge . . . Zzzzzzz.