27°28.15' N 016°20.12' W
October 18, 2025 | 22:30 UTC | 27°28.15' N 016°20.12' W
The beginning of the end
I listen to the ship’s bell. Tick tock. Tick tock. I’ve never quite understood the landlubbers’ obsession with clocks — seconds, hours, days. For me, it’s the wind that keeps the time, the waves that hold the rhythm of life.
Here, once again on the northern latitudes, I can feel the chill creeping through my rigging — a familiar whisper at my masthead. I know this air; we’re nearing my second home — Gran Canaria.
My crew confirms it. Someone speaks of flight times, another of hotel bookings. There’s something special about the end of a voyage. Even though I find my crew’s ways curious, I know I’ll miss them — their laughter at dinner, the endless conversations under the stars, and their hands and feet pressing gently against my aft deck during those quiet morning yoga rituals.
Soon I’ll be still again, tied to a dock. The crew will leave me, and silence will settle in. On land, all I’ll have left are memories — and they awaken most vividly beneath the stars, when the moonlight slides across my hull.
This crossing has given me many new memories, and from what I can tell, the crew has also shared something truly special. The waves seem to have calmed their souls, and once again the ocean has left its mark upon them. I hope their memories will be as strong as mine.
And when they return to the ticking of everyday clocks, I believe they’ll remember the calm of the waves, the glow of the stars — and that I’ll still be here, waiting, ready for the next adventure under sail.
Until the next adventure…
Tim | Adrienne II Mate
crew@59-north.com
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HMS Night Watch Party
Wing on wing worked well until the wind shifted then the helm became the cone of despair for our night watch crew of three (H, M and S) Alex made the decision to drop the pole, shifting wing on wing to a close reach. Wind increased to low teens and speed picked up to a flying pace. Day spent wandering toward Ensenada. Alex, Adam and David got us into port under another starry night.
No Kitemares Today
After a night marked by sudden wind accelerations peeling off Point Conception, and a vibrant, pulsating sky blistered with shooting stars, the off-watch woke to commotion on the foredeck. The wind had gone light and the swell had tapered just enough to raise the spinnaker. The sail filled with an urgent pop, the sheet strained and Falken charged down the face of the next wave. By mid-day, we doused the spinnaker and set our minds to the more precise task of safely punching through a gap in the notorious Cortez Bank. The border to Mexico looms ahead.
The California coast
We had a very lively first day of sailing with steady winds between 25 and 30 kn gusting to mid 30s. All of the crew got experience at difficult downwind helming as we covered 200 nautical miles in the first 24 hours. This morning brings winds in the teens and calmer seas. The sun is still shining, and the green monster has been slayed by those afflicted!