Location: 37 59.6N 33 08.9W
By now, we are well settled into our routine. Swaying as the boat rocks rather than flailing for something to grab onto as Argo lurches to starboard. Classes down below continue uninterrupted. It was a different crew that, 12 days ago, were scrambling up the companionway, trying to make it to the leeward rail before the Special K Red Berries they ate for breakfast came back up. But that does not mean the trip has become routine. Today was some of the best ocean sailings we have had yet. A steady 25 knots of South Westerly wind has helped to build regular 6ft high swells. The helm requires a combination of concentration, strength, and stamina. Veer too far off course to port, and the booms could crash across to the other side of the boat in a dangerous uncontrolled jibe. Too far to starboard and the apparent wind builds. The sails become unbalanced, and the boat becomes alive. It tries to round up even further to starboard, and you have to fight on the helm to bring Argo back under control. Sometimes the waves combine, and 130 tonnes of steel and sails are lifted effortlessly before surfing down a 10ft wave. We huddle around the speedometer to check out the boat speed – 13+ knots. We are sprinting to the finish line. In less than two days, we will arrive in Faial in the Azores as mariners. Not just with the IYT competent crew and VHF radio certifications that everyone onboard has already achieved, but with 2400 nautical miles of open Atlantic Ocean behind us.