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Location: Queensway Quay Marina, Gibraltar, Territory of the United Kingdom

Morning broke upon the great S/Y Argo as the crew slowly came to life below her cream colored decks. The smell of eggs and bacon filled every compartment urging the young people into their appointed jobs of the day. Well, the smell and I urged them to that even though I slept in ten minutes past normal wake-up times. This began a day full of extravagant excursions into preparation for the Atlantic crossing, which is slowly creeping upon us.

Argo, after breakfast, discharged a few of the students and our much loved Tina to go provisioning. We sent them off asking them to give our good wishes to the cashier, Samuel, who we had met the night before and been talking to as he checked those of us getting something out. Argo then was guided out of the dockage and towards a refueling station around a mile away.

Normally when we are in a port we are the biggest sailboat around and occasionally the biggest boat of both power and sailing ships. That was not the case this time, tankers and cargo ships stretching to over two hundred meters scattered the waters around us and smaller, inter-Mediterranean boats moved between them, distributing cargo to each of them in turn.

After docking at the fueling station we separated into two groups. Some of us went below to study on our dive classes while a group of us watched the fuel tanks to make sure they wouldn’t overflow. Three hours and 3,000 British Pounds later and we cast off the dock to return to our previous dock to await the return of our shoppers. I left to go figure out some financial stuff and got horribly lost, but eventually figured it out, while I was gone though they returned with around seventeen shopping carts full of food. Tina’s rough estimate is 6,000 dollars of food. The receipt was around 13 feet long! That was about two in the afternoon and it is now eight at night and we still haven’t stowed it all away into the various hidey-holes throughout Argo’s hull. Tomorrow we wake up to climb the mountain and see the rock of Gibraltar. Thus ends the second day as skipper for me.