2019 UTC | 31°47.289’N 043° 59.918’W
Sailing
Today brings a sense of relief and accomplishment on two fronts; we’ve passed half-way on the passage and the prunes I have been eating have finally done what prunes do. I’m really not sure why it took me so long this time find my sea legs; I’ve been offshore for longer before, but sometimes as in life you just need to heave to, sleep it off and start again afresh.
Motor-sailing due east now after a pleasant day sailing with more weather theory from Erik and practical lessons from Neptune. Delaney’s bread was a huge lift to the spirits earlier and Anton is working another miracle in the galley; yesterday’s spaghetti bolognese will be hard to beat. Looks like a clear night ahead, so keep following the second star on the left, and straight on till morning.
// Simon, Adrienne II Crew
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Ladies who reef
The trade winds have been kind, rolling the boat toward Hawaii in a steady, hypnotic rhythm—until last night, when a squall hit without warning and the wind jumped to 28 knots, slamming everything sideways. With rain driving down and the boat lurching underfoot, the crew had minutes to wrestle two reefs into the mainsail and get things back under control. What followed was a masterclass in wet, unglamorous, deeply satisfying teamwork—with less than 250 miles left to go.
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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.