POS: 23d 12.5'S 29d 10'W
Ok so maybe Saturday/Sunday was a bit ambitious. This whole 7 - 10 knots of breeze thing is stretching the closing leg out & although conditions on board are good with respect to water, food & morale, the extended anticipation takes its toll on the crew.
We had some excitement yesterday when the boat jolted sharply and a loud snap alerted us to something breaking. I think each of our hearts sank with the thought "oh no, not another halyard/sheet" but rising to the cockpit we were greeted by a wide eyed Andre on the helm.
"Did you see that?!" he said, pointing at the limp fishing line off the back. A monster fish (Andre said) had just relieved us of one of our final lures, snapping the line halfway & jolting the whole boat in the process.
Wind has been frustratingly undecided as we reach the edge of the "high". Lots of sail changes confusing angles are slowing progress. Derek's repairs of the heads seems to have stopped us sinking at least & weather is still incredible with moonless nights, white with stars.
Oh yeah, & making the small things count; Saths managed to get 28 pancakes out of one packet of batter mix yesterday! On a small boat of hungry sailors this is Nobel Prize winning stuff & his popularity has been
accordingly raised. We're a bit worried Andre "van Helm" maybe losing the plot a little; he has taken permanent watch for attack from flying-fish, or as he calls them "gnimmels" (this is the plural of "lemming" backwards) as Andre has observed these fish seem to hurl themselves from the sea onto our boat, often into suicidal collision with the boom, mast, Mike's head or Derek's crotch.
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