Diamonds Are Forever - close encounters

And so the trade winds gently carry us to our destination. Life on board has continued in its routine of watches, cooking, cleaning, eating and sleeping. Still, our group of fabulous ladies is united. Not a crossed word has been spoken and my admiration and respect for them knows no bounds.
We are counting down the longitudional minuites whilst starting to imagine our arrival in St Lucia with all that means. Party, rum, shower or food? The order of importance changes throughout the day. Overnight gave us some cause for a cheer as we caught up with and overtook another ARC yacht (who shall remain nameless!). Alone for so long in this massive expance of ocean, then suddenly, within less than point three of a nauticle mile, a sprint race was underway! Cheers coupled with every so slight gloating, lifted our night watch entertainmemnt.
Our fruit has almost been devoured, we have a few apples left. Sara didnt have the heart to eat the last of the oranges! He was, naturally, called Jason. Unfortuntely, and with deep sadness, I have to report that Jason has met a tragic and sad demise. He frell overboard (or was he pushed?.
We just hope that he is in the company of the stunnng Minke whale who accompanied us through the morning. Dolphins escorted us by night and the classic whale tail was even spotted by Felicity.
A final word opf thanks to our sister ship Hot Stuff, we have devoured the magazines and all of our half way gift from them. We wish them fair winds, with love from all on Diamonds are forever.
Ali