Location: Off the south eastern coast of Spain, underway to Motril

This morning, day three of Argo’s upwind, westbound, rolling passage to Motril, began to watch team one at 7:30 AM. We had woken up a half-hour before our watch per usual and stumbled up the main companionway stairs to find the sun just rising, and the bowsprit dipping up and down below the swells crashing on deck. We mustered at midships, divvied up the jobs, bow watch, boat check, and helm, and we headed aft to the cockpit to relieve watch team three, who were anxious to hit their bunks after their 4:00-8:00 AM shift. Ray, always eager to get his hands back to their customary fishy aroma, immediately put out the hand line off the stern.
With the sunrise came the unpleasant disclosure of the chocolate smashed into the nonskid paint and other various snacks from the night before scattered throughout the cockpit. We took it upon ourselves to grab the hose and brushes and scrub up the mess.
When we were finished, Wiggy, watch team one’s only staff member, in his cheery English accent declared, “Neptune’s gonna reward you for cleaning that cockpit.
Not a minute later, Ray rushed to the stern yelling “Fish on!” and pulled up a nice healthy yellowfin tuna. We pulled up two more tuna before the end of our watch at noon. Danielle pulled up the second and insisted on eating the still-beating heart.
The day was not without its troubles, though, and it made mealtimes pretty tricky with the boat heeling over every so often, and everything was very wet. This more than anything though just made for a thrilling time. Another ruble came this afternoon when a downhaul line from the jib, not cow hitched properly, came undone and was blown overboard. It was then dragged under the hull and tangled up the prop before it was noticed. As a result, we had to stop the engine, which in this instance had been providing most of the speed we had on our upwind venture, and unfortunately, we were left with no choice but to change course and sail North, for calmer waters to try and untangle the propeller. It didn’t look like we would be making it to Motil and Grenada at this rate, which meant we would have to miss Alhambra. However, maybe an hour later, on that northern course, the swells had died down quite a bit. When I came upon deck after a boat check, Wiggy was in the water and diving down until he had freed the prop of all the line.
As of now, the plan is still to be determined because we lost some time troubleshooting the problem, but we still hope to make it to Grenada to tour Alhambra. There hasn’t been a dull moment on this passage thus far, and though we’ve had our difficulties, speaking on behalf of myself and most of the crew I think, we’re loving every second of it.
Keep it real,
Trevor Mayes