Location: Underway to Richard’s Bay
The day started as the clock struck midnight. My watch has begun. Watch team 1 is in shambles. The stern party is active tonight. Or maybe I should say very, very inactive. We release them from their long, grueling watch. Scarlette stayed sprawled out on the stern simply because she loves it there. As soon as wait team 1 is gone, Alice, Jewel, and I have replaced the stern party. It was my first time there, but luckily, I was there with some regulars to show me the ropes. As watch went on I was up and down all night long, thinking it had passed and it surly had not. I will say watch flew by for me. Probably didnt for Keith, Henry, Zoe, and Kyler, as they had to do every boat check and helm for the whole 4 hours. From what I heard, they did see some peculiar light off in the distance that we think could be military jets flying around in the distance with their afterburners going on and off. At least that is what we came up with. After that fever dream of a night, we return to bed and catch our much-needed 8 hours of sleep that bumps right up to lunch.
As we are slumbering away, watch team 1 is back at it on the morning of 8-12, dealing with the soggy anchor locker that is now empty of water but full of smelly dock lines and fenders. So they then take it all out and hang it on the lines. Soon after, we all made it back to the cockpit for a refreshing pasta salad made by our very own Vera. Oceanography was ridiculously quick. Kyler seemed to really want to get out of there fast. Appreciated by all. Leadership swiftly in tow. Classes came to an end, and almost every student was in the salon, grinding away at their lit reviews.
Minus Vera because she is the big boss chef. We gather back in the cockpit for bombastic burrito bowls. After a good, clean meal, clean-ups came and went while I stared at this here blog. Watch team 1 has returned to me in the cockpit for their watch. Just in time to see the GREEN FLASH!! It was a first for me after years of looking for it: Emmas 3rd, and a first for a few others. Now I am sitting here with the wrong watch waiting for my watch. The dreaded 8-12. But all is well because the day started as sea-sick Sunday and ended as a superb Sunday.