24 avril 2015 - Fairtransport
DATE:23-04 GMT:22.00 POS:49.04 N,10.56 W COG:80 SOG:6.5
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
A welcome by the birds
Today the distance to the ocean floor rapidly decreased.
We arrived at the continental plate of europe,
This ridge of the earth´s crust is about 250 miles west of Land´s End, Cornwall.
This morning we still had two kilometers of water underneath our keel.
Now it´s only 150 meters till the bottom of the sea.
In average the Atlantic Ocean is around four till five kilometers deep,
The deepest places have about seven kilometer of salty water above the ocean floor.
Over this ridge we meet some fishing ships, sailing in a slowly pace, while filling their nets.
Their is a lot of life out here. We saw a lot of dolphins, seagull´s, gannets and even swallows.
This is not the end of our trip yet, but we left the Atlantic behind us.
For the cargo sailing vessels in the old days, after a fast ocean crossing,
it could take weeks to sail the last miles in the English channel and the north sea.
Our first stop will be Falmouth, where we have to arrive the first of may.
Here we unload some rum and coffee for the New Dawn Traders.
With some more stops in between, we will continue our way to Amsterdam.
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