Les « Tres Hombres » sur la terre ferme (de Daniel Haller)

Vrijwillig en samen De mannen grijpen handschoenen, eentje pakt een deken. Dan wordt het deksel van het uiteinde van de lange doos weggehaald. Stoom stijgt op. Snel wordt de hete plank eruit gehaald. Maar wacht: je stelt je een bord voor, geen plank. Met een dikte van 8 cm lijkt deze meer op een balk. […]

Pas sous commandement sous contrôle (par le capitaine Anne-Flore)

Wonderful progress towards west yesterday. The front is passing now with rain and the wind died. We brailed up the main and braced square. It is the trimming for waiting for any kind of wind. The ship is heading north but drifts east. We can only try to drift slower what we don’t want now […]

Les Caraïbes du Nord (par Rosa/matelot)

“They call it the Caribbean of the North”…where you can have buckets of liquid sunshine and imagine coconuts growing on city lights. Welcome to the magical experience that is sailing a cargo of 19.000 bottles of natural French wines to Denmark. Telling a story about the last two weeks is not easy. So many beautiful […]

Création (par la capitaine Anne-Flore)

The departure maneuver in Copenhagen was super cool and smooth! It is great to move a big sailing ship like this in a harbor under sails. Nowadays being under sails inside a port is forbidden. I allowed us to do it because it’s possible and it’s very important to understand your ship under all circumstances, […]

Quand le soleil ne dort jamais (par Collin Bertron/Deckhand)

It’s midnight, we wake up. It’s morning light outside! We can clearly see. The deck, the water surrounding us, the faces of my shipmates, the horizon melting in thousands of colors of blue. The moon goes to sleep, the other watch also. We’re alone on deck with a very light breeze. We’re like an evolution […]

Une journée ensoleillée (par la capitaine Anne-Flore Gannat)

Paint and stain possible on this beautiful day. All sails are up, even the jib that the kids painted in Amsterdam. We sat her under the mainsail. We call it the ‘dolphin sail’. Some of the crew members enjoyed cooking yesterday while Soraia had a day off. Her pastas, oignons beignets, pizzas, lasagna and vegetables […]

Une heure, veille de nuit (par Hanjo van Weerden)

There’s barely any wind. I am on deck, looking at the top light drawing shapes against the night sky. Not sure what day it is anymore; I don’t really have to think about that stuff and I haven’t charged my phone in a week (at least I think it’s been a week). It’s all very […]

Les doigts saisissent l'écoute de foc extérieure (par Marceline Mutsaerts)

Fingers grab the outer jib sheet … Are they mine? Hands feel the curiosity Of last year’s boson The mumbling drums of this refit And that refit Echoes of detachment sweat That rinsed all those backs Shaped all those minds Into a pale blue line Man, just had this crazy dream Was it mine? Boots […]

Nous avons atteint le bout du monde (Par la capitaine Anne-Flore)

  We reached the end of the world as we say in Breton. We turned around Ouessant in the mist and rain. It was mysteriously cold and wet as if England was drifting south to France showing the best hazardous black rocks on the horizon. My lovely region has many faces. Whatever our course is […]