23:58 UTC | 08°44.872’N 085° 58.575’W
Motoring
The first highlight of the day was spotted during the night watch, blinking lights on the horizon that proved less remarkable upon further inspection of the mystery object, yet it did provide much speculation during our full day motoring on calm seas.
The day’s real highlight though was waking up to Mary’s freshly made pancakes and coffee for our 5am watch. After another surreal Pacific Ocean sunrise, the day was spent motoring, counting boobies on the bow, eyes peeled for the next set of dolphins or hoping to be blessed by another turtle.
An endless blue half dome, not a single boat siting all day. Though most were hoping for more sailing, I think the smooth waters allowed all some much needed deep rest — a few extraordinary dreams were shared over dinner. Now that the sun is setting, we’ve been briefed there is wind coming tonight, we will be sailing and back to Marina Flamingo for lunch tomorrow!
// Nick
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