Location: Underway to St. Lucia

Today, as Ive just been informed by a mate of mine, marks one week at sea. As I write this I look out at the first boat Ive seen this whole trip since we departed from the Cape Verdes. Last night on my watch we befriended an egret who as decided (and we’ve allowed) to turn the bow into a makeshift shelter, hitching his own way across the Atlantic with us. We’ve named him Larry bird, to much debate among the crew. Today we learned how to stretch, canoe, how to be Alaskan among other oddities in our leadership presentations. We then had a biology exam which finally came after a needed delay caused by a faulty printer. For dinner we dined on delectable rice noodles and curry. Time is a hard thing to grasp when all the days run together into what seems like an afternoon. Tonight we adjust our clocks to GMT -4 which is a 3 hour shift backwards for us. All I can really say about this is that Argo is quickly becoming a time machine among other things. As our life aboard Argo is every increasingly becoming a memory we find ourselves reliving every passed moment in our knew found skills and friends on board. I will, and I know a lot of people feel the same way, will never look over the horizon the same way ever again.