20 33UT| 09 53.12’N 150 46.13’W
Sailing
I am only 31, but have been thoroughly bemused by the vocabulary used on board this trip. Kip, our Gen Z representative on board, has said he’ll write the blog today- so you too can see what we’ve been dealing with…
Ayo waddup playahs, its ya boi kip coming at ya live from the Pacific Ocean on Nordic Falken ya heard. We are straight up having a grand ole time sailing away toward our final destination of Hawaii. We are in very high and good spirits, but if it tells you anything, we had a 30 minute conversation last night about all the things we are going to eat when we get to land.
Right now, I’m writing this eating the focaccia bread that Skipper Mary made and it’s lowkey so good I’m starting to have visions. Well ok where to begin, last night was really nice, we were sailing with the Milky Way above us, straight up having a good time, and I have found that the good nights are when you get off watch and you do not want to immediately go to bed because, as Mahatma Gandhi said: “the vibes are like the water around us, they be flowing.’ We were discussing all the tings we wanna eat and, straight up, someone get my boi Steeze and ice cold coke, cause this man is in dire need.
Anyway, the sailing has been chill, we have been going at a steady pace and pretty much been vibing out the whole time. Easy helming, not many adjustments to make, just 11 friends, 11 new friendships, but one common goal: get our badonkadonks to Hawaii. I am actually surprised no one has gone mad yet but there is still time. We have all been good spirits despite being on a boat, not being able to get away from each other for 10 days now, and i think this is a crew that is straight up bonded for life.
The heat has also died down, we were lowkey getting cooked up there during the doldrums but we survived. The winds have picked up and as we inch closer to the poke, i can feel myself getting more and more excited.
Wow, this log entry really shows how bad my ADHD is but, as the late, great Bob Saget once said: ” Screw it, we ball.”
Anyways Kip out, gonna go scour the boat to find Steeze a coke real quick.
Kip ”alpha wolf” Touseull
Kip Kippington Tousuell, First of his name, Gen Z representative on board
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Eleven Snippets from Adrienne
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The Wheel Keeps on Turning
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