Position: 15°28.4S 092°15.6W | Course: 315° | Speed: 8.1kn
We’re off with a rush today – not quite the course we’d prefer, but sometimes the ocean has its own plans. We’re heading northwest, angling towards the next promising wind system. In the meantime, Tecla surges ahead with a satisfying 8 knots, slicing through the Pacific swell.
The skies have stayed overcast throughout the day, casting a soft silver light over the deck, but the temperature remains pleasant. With just enough warmth and a fair breeze, it became an ideal laundry day. Lines of clean clothes fluttered along the safety nets like flags of domestic victory, filling the air with the comforting scent of soap and salt. It’s funny how something so ordinary becomes a highlight out here. And it makes one wonder, where does this scent “Ocean breeze” come from? Would it have been fresh washed clothing on a salty line at sea…? You tell me!
After a steady lunch – a hearty meal that vanished fast after a busy morning – the crew mustered at 13:00 for our scheduled fire drill. With each repetition, we move faster, smoother. There’s a rhythm growing in how we respond, and it’s reassuring to see how quickly everyone finds their place, fire hoze and extinguishers at the ready. We hope we’ll never need it for real, but it’s good to know we’re ready.
The night now has fallen thick and deep. No stars, no moon – just an inky blackness around us, only broken by the occasional glow of the compass or the sweep of a headlamp. We haven’t seen the moon in days, and that absence adds to the hush. Those on night watch move quietly, wrapped in the darkness, feeling their way to a seat on the aft.
The wind has picked up in the last hours. A reef in the mainsail seems inevitable before long. While the speed is thrilling – and there are certainly a few grins on deck – we’re mindful that comfort and safety are equally important on this long ocean stretch.
Picture of the Day goes to Matthias, who captured a golden, dreamy image of the sunset, just before it slipped behind the clouds. In the foreground: Joana and Bob, clinking their Sunday beers, reminding us all that even out here, small rituals matter.
All is well on board, Jet
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