February 15, Day 7 | A small dot on the chart! We continue to look for favorable winds and hope that the low pressure above us will push on and give us a few more knots. After yesterday, with clear water, bathing, and a job well done with cleaning and washing, we are all longing for more pressure in the sails. We are now trying to steer straight towards the GC and keep the pace of the sailing. I wrote these lines this morning in the bowl, and since then the wind has come. We now have a constant half wind of 20-23 knots and a wave height approaching 1.8-2 meters. Tomorrow the wind will drop again, so we are really trying to take everything we can now.
A little personal reflection: I was aware that the Atlantic Ocean is big, but the feeling of being so alone in such a huge and desolate place cannot be taken in beforehand—it has to be experienced. We are lucky; Adrienne is a "Happy Ship." Everyone in the crew contributes with work, laughter, and old robber stories during the night watches, which means that the time just ticks by. I think that the feeling will be shared when we arrive. Life on the Atlantic really happens in a kind of nice bubble that you want to last for a long time.
- Jacob Gellerstam, ADRIENNE Crew
crew@59-north.com
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