Location: Villefranche, France

Our final day underway is drawing to a close as we approach Villefranche and prepare to set the anchor one last time. A mysterious shift has occurred in the attitude of Argo’s crew and what shipmates once bemoaned as the hardships of life aboard are now universally lauded as its most attractive selling points. No notice is taken of irreparably confused sleep schedules. Instead, we enthusiastically discuss the value of being awake in the small hours of the morning and the entirely rational conversations that take place while staring at the sky overflowing with stars. A reference to cramped living quarters would be met with confused looks, but any shipmate would leap to endorse the close bonds built when one can reach any personal item of one’s own or one’s cabin-mate without moving from one’s bunk.

Similarly, impersonal modern-day practices like alarm clocks are considered inferior to the thoughtful touch of a personalized singing wake-up at 6:00 am. In all seriousness, though, we’ve come to love life aboard, and no one is quite ready to give it up. As this is written, we are preparing to flake the staysails once more, having enjoyed the wonders of Spam musubi courtesy of Kimi’s culinary genius for dinner, and settle in for a precious few last days on Argo.