Location: Underway to St. Lucia
Today, as I’ve just been informed by a mate of mine, marks one week at sea. As I write this, I look out at the first boat I’ve seen this whole trip since we departed from the Cape Verdes. Last night on my watch, we befriended an egret who has 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; there is too much debate among the crew. Today, we learned how to stretch, canoe, and 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 adjusted our clocks to GMT -4, which is a 3-hour shift backward 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 increasingly becoming a memory, we find ourselves reliving every passing moment in our newfound skills and friends on board. I will, and I know a lot of people feel the same way, and I will never look over the horizon the same way again.