Sandwich

Sandwich

All day long we’ve sailed sandwiched between squalls and showers. In one 75 minute period, we sailed for a time north, east, west, and south. As long as we weren’t rolling without mercy, I was fine with any course.

Not knowing that the circuitous meandering were only temporary, Salty gave me one of those ‘Who’s doing the driving?’ stares when I came below to catch up on the log. This time, I pretended to be fast asleep so as to avoid telling him it was I and not Whiskers

With a jumble of clouds confounding the trades, the sea was equally confused. It felt like we were some giant child’s plaything: First this, then that, then bored leaving us becalmed and bobbing. Within the hour, the whole process would start anew.

At this moment, we are sailing close-hauled almost due south. For how long remains to be seen but for now, it’s smiles all around.

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