DATE: 24 07 15 GMT: 1756 POS: 55 15 N,14 51 E COG: 319 SOG:2,5
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
WIND DIR: E
WIND SPD: 2
AIR PRES: 1016
Uh what? Damn the Swedes and their damn watch system…always too early or too late and never sure what day it is. Boots and coat and born again through the tiny rocking hatch from a warm snug bunk to a tricky wet deck. Coffee and one-word hellos until my head clears of fuzz. Fzz. Zzz.
What? Wind change? Really? The fore top mast what sail clew out thing where? Ah. That. Pull. OK. Staggering around the deck like a drunken bell ringer in a canvas church pulling on ropes staring at the block-starred sky trying to see who listening up there.
Back to the hatch by the wheel to lean and stare and grunt stories. Tea and coffee and quiet minutes staring at the horizon. Ah, the moon, the moon, the moon … a dark red sliver low down, then gold, then high and pale and fat lighting up the night. It glints on the crests of the waves rolling slowly into the distance one after another after another, the ponderous ticks of a huge liquid clock ticking away the seconds of eternity, as they have for Cook and Columbus and every other rusty tub on this ship-strewn sea.
Finally a hint of dawn cracks the sky open, praise saint Guiseppe for porridge and bread and tea and go gently into the bright dawn dark night of my snug and dark and slowly warming bunk.
Adrian Lewis, somewhere, somewhen, just off watch.