Sun up revealed glassy, rounded waters. Muted, silky colors
moved smooth like thick ink, stillness enveloped us. To our stern a thick line
of plump cumulus clouds, like a river in the sky, signifying the crossing of
the Gulf Stream. The rumble-hum of the engine set the melody for the day, winds
lying low. The celebratory final full day of sailing- we had freshly baked
cranberry orange bread for morning meal.
Puttering about in the heat of the day, relishing the space
and water and strange things that reveal themselves spuratically if you are
watching close enough. Hours spent with eyes fixed upon the sea, enthralled by
the energy waves lifting up tons and masses of sea, rolling them under us. We
approach the Canyon, and the shallowing waters and closeness to land lends to
abundant wild life. Jellies, weeds of the sea, tiny tiny fish, minature specks
of life float by our yellow ship. Dolphins gallop alongside our hull, quite a magnificent
sight.
In the interim, Victor is down below putting on the Elvis 68
Comeback DVD, jamming out and singing a tune here and there. What a fitting way
to return to North America says Reese, to the sounds of the King of Rock..
Boat Delivery Bingo. Ever heard of it? Probably not, a coin
termed aboard the S.S.V. Maravilha by documentations master Reese Pacheco. Seen
dolphins? Great Check off B1. Man of wars, abandoned ships, Marlins, Mahi
Mahi's you name it. Check, check. All that is left for the completion- a whale
sighting. Low and behold, there was something big and black and shiny right in
front of us- a great sperm whale. The massive sturdy creature moved around us
and swam south. Bingo.
Mahi Mahi a la yesterday and canned brown bread for dinner.
Quite the feast.
Boat fashion #2: Night Edition: Bright red squall suits complete
with fleece onesies. Jedi Master Denis says "Welcome to New England. You put
on pants and hat now."
MEP
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