Location: BVI
Theres a funny thing that happens on a long passage. For the first few days, you feel as if the world is upside down. You sleep at strange times; people are just dark figures on deck during a night watch. We eat meals together and sit in class, but everyone is in a daze as they adjust to the swing and roll.
Around five days in, people start to come alive. People laugh in the cockpit; small tasks like making coffee in the morning dont require huge mental strength. Suddenly, you want to do more than just eat or sleep. At that point, people begin to think about their arrival, what they will do, and what food they will eat that they miss, how they will sleep all night in a flat bunk. Things we didnt know we would miss that we take for granted in our stationary, land-based lives.
For me, though, the best part of the passage comes after that when it seems like the natural state of the world to have salt spray on your face and see the stars every night. When you feel like your whole world is just a blue disc extending to the horizon with these people who you suddenly know almost better than your own family. When we forget where we were going in the first place.