This morning there was a dead flying fish on the deck. I thought about eating it, but the AB threw it over board - “Too ahh small” drawing out his “l” s with his thick Polish accent.
So, this is the first timely log entry. Meaning, i am actually typing this at 1630 (4:30 PM) on June 18th in the Pacific Ocean at Latitude 26 degrees zero minutes and Longitude 152 degrees and 34 minutes. We are some 350 miles from Honolulu.
Woke up for my watch at 0330 as usual. It’s dark. Getting darker every morning as we move south and west. Saw a squall on the radar. Very cool to watch that blip that looks like a ship, and see the dark splotch on the horizon that it really is.
I can smell the tropics. It is warm and muggy. Today i am promising myself to keep a log, and to go back and catch up on the old entries. I don’t expect much readership, but I hope this will help keep my head in order. if you find my ramblings of interest let me know, and i’ll put you on the list when i update it - which, when i am at sea, will be every couple of weeks.
Finished part one of the History of Greece.
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