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October 4, 2024, 20:30 UTC | Coffee
Well, there was a close call today when it seemed we were running short of coffee. Our U.S. contingent were looking a little worried for a while until we were able to establish a strategy to ration the next 60 hours ahead of our arrival. Being a Brit, I have to say I was quite relieved to see a healthy stash of Yorkshire T-bags still, but I'm wary that we may have some converters in the coming day.
We passed Finisterre and a southerly breeze sent us off on a southwesterly heading, which turned out to be the perfect precursor to the southwesterly that we are now experiencing. We can make a direct rhumb line course to our destination. With a reef in the main, a Yankee, and a staysail, we are close-reaching at over 8 knots over the ground. The threat of a coffee shortage is a great motivator, it would seem, as the promise of making port grows ever closer.
- Emily
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