Sailing is an addiction and everyone on this boat is an addict. There is no other way to explain cramming yourself into close quarters with perfect strangers, subjecting your body to gashes and bruises and the occassional scaulding as you try to drink coffee in between wave sets (I dont think anyone has been able to successfly drink a cup yet. But for those of us who are weak to this vice, there is nothing better than the dreamy trade winds and a starry night sky. With all of this talk of a storm raging on the Islands, there is a small sailboat slowly drifting towards its destination, safely out of reach of Darby. We are calmly bobbing through the night. Captain just came on night watch, we let him sleep an hour extra. We are all tired and ready to see land, but in the meantime we are enjoying the less than dramatic weather. Alejndro just came down to tell me the moon is rising.
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