#1. ADRIENNE | ST. MAARTEN TO Gran Canaria | DAY 5
February 13, 2025| Fresh Mahi and Swedish candy
I sleep in the warm belly of Adrienne. Water gurggles as it rushes over the hull inches away from my pillow. A soft, familiar rocking motion. All ingredients for a good sleep but I am restless. It’s been days since we saw a ship. We are definitely out of helicopter range. The vastness of the ocean is hard to fathom. This is one of the most remote places on and off the planet. It’s just the ten of us here. This is not trip, it’s an expedition in an alien waterworld. It’s overwhelming. I am breathing quickly and turn the light on to stop thinking and catch my breath. I see myself in the reflection of the meticoulsy layed up varnish gloss that coats most of Adrienne’s interior. At least as many layers of varnish as she is old.
The ship is coming alive briefly, just before 2am. The dogwatch, the most tiring of them all is starting, and I am in it. We swing from handrail to handrail like orangutans. More gracefully every day. Wishing each other good nights of rest and good mornings in passing. Every new watch is someone’s morning and someone else’s night.
We step in to the moonlit cockpit. The light is a harsh white light casting well defined shadows. As if we are in space. Above the stern, Sirius the dog star twinkles, above the dog, Orion stands tall. Some of us puked at his feet a few days ago. Now it’s a calm and beautiful night with a silver path running from the moon to the freeboard.
Helming is finicky with a light wind that does not make up its mind. Being undercanvassed does not help either. Tim does not like the sluggish sail so we switch from jib to genua and the wind picks up. The wind is veering which is favourable for us. The boat wakes up and needs a firm hand a sharp mind to keep her in the groove. Meanwhile we’re telling stories and stuffing our faces full of Swedish candy like we are 8, in summer camp, way past our bedtime.
At sunrise we handover to the B watch and hit the sack. We sleep almost till noon and wake up in a completely different world. People are up and there is freshly caught Mahi Mahi in the frying pan, being prepared by the Swedish cooks we are so lucky to have. The are often as incomprehensible as the Swedish cook in the muppet show, their choice of ingredients as eclectic but unlike the puppet, their cooking is phenomenal.
We have entered the Azores high, also called the horse latitudes. A high pressure area that separates the tradewinds in the south from the large winter depressions in the north. It’s sunny here and there is little wind. The waves are small. We are motoring through it to position ourselves at a place where we can catch some of the winds from the north that will carry us to the canaries.
The ocean is a beatiful lighter blue today. There are many words to describe the blue hues of the ocean, azure, bermuda, cobalt but never enough to describe them all. It’s something you got to see for yourself.
After four days of upwind sailing and pounding in the waves, the Azore highs are a welcome reprieve. We walk around deck barefooted, leisurely coiling limes, making whippings at bitter ends. We see dolphins. A pod of them crosses in front of our bow. Not much later we see a whale too! We have started a new chapter.
It’s evening as I am writing this. The waves are coming back. These must have traveled a long way from the storms in the north, hinting at what might be in store for us. Time to take a nap before the last watch of today.
- Allard Schipper, Adrienne Crew
