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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A Gen Z Perspective
At 31, the crew thought they were reasonably fluent in the English language—then they met Kip. Today, the crew's self-appointed Gen Z correspondent takes over the log from somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, delivering dispatches on Milky Way night sails, focaccia-induced visions, and the singular mission of getting eleven people's "badonkadonks" to Hawaii. Consider this your glossary.
Fuel fears and back in the trades!
Five hundred miles of open Pacific, no wind, and a fuel tank that wasn't going to cover it. Falken's skipper Mary had a problem: the ITCZ had ballooned from a manageable sliver into an 8-degree-wide wall of doldrums, and the arithmetic wasn't pretty. This is the story of how rum, restraint, and some very attentive helming got them out the other side.
The Rhythm of Boat Life
On land, your biggest daily challenge is finding a routine. On a boat in the middle of the Pacific, routine is a survival strategy. Tilt your world 15 degrees, swap solid ground for a restless, heaving ocean, and suddenly the basics—eating, sleeping, brushing your teeth—become a negotiation with physics. The question isn't whether boat life is hard. It's whether the hard is the point.