It was another calm day on the Atlantic. The crew enjoyed the warmth and sunshine. It was a day of studying as we prepared for the first Yachtmaster exam. Besides that and a game of “murder,” there wasn’t a whole lot else going on. We stood on our watches and enjoyed plenty of peaceful time of reflection. Some people even took part in their afternoon to practice splicing. It was over as fast as it began, though. Time seems to run together at sea in my mind. It is as if we get in a rhythm and just go with it. Keep on trucking.