This was one of the possible land fall dates, when we were going fast.
When we were doing 8,9-10 knots, ok for 24 hours a day, we were getting a bit bashed about, had sleep deprivation, constant 90 decibel roar of the sea, which is very close to white noise.
Add an orange jumpsuit, oversized sack cloth hat and a daily 15 minute water boarding session and it would have been the ideal CIA extradition package holiday.
I would rather have all of that, plus the CIA extras, than sit here plodding along at 2-3 knots. We sometimes touch 4-5, but not for long. Very very bored with this now.
May the 4th seems to be the land fall day. Totally rubbish.
On the upside, during mum’s morning watch, a tuna decided to have a fight with our boat, flew out of the water and head butted the deck, one of the metal poles, then the deck again. Steve promptly gutted it and put its bashed in head/body into the freezer.
In the evening we actually caught a tuna on one of the lines, but didn’t realise until Steve brought them in for the night. That too has been gutted, de-tailed, beheaded and is in the freezer awaiting a date with me and the filleting knife tomorrow.
If we can get our speed up a light bit and catch more tuna/fish, I just might be happy with the crap arrival date.
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