Day 7, it started early, for in the middle of the night. Nick did come a knocking to say the jibs not looking right. Ian jumped out of the bed. He said the pole had slipped the track. But though it was annoying, we could quickly get it back. Now for those of you who wonder, how we pass the time each day. Here’s a little window, into life along the way. James is the expert, on every kind of bread. Though his Nutella loaf with marmite, is one that Tom did dread. Kirsten is the wonder. She can rustle up a dish. Tonight you will have guessed it. Yes it’s once again more fish. But on the other hand she’s a dab soul with the wool. A bobble hat she’s knitting. For climates way more cool. Tom is happy reading, while basking in the sun. Always on the lookout for a little bit of fun. Nick is busy fishing and can be found on the aft deck. Standing by the fishing rods as the lines he goes to check. But if I’m being honest. Which I always aim to be. I NEVER WANT ANOTHER FISH, for breakfast lunch or tea. Just as one example of how much fish we’ve landed. Today among our haul of 8. A group of 3 we handed. As for me I’m busy writing, this limerick for you. And sorting out my sextant which is now as good as new. The plots are once again on track. It’s like being back at school. The planet Venus rescued me to calibrate my tool. And finally there’s the skipper. He’s a pretty busy man. Studying all the weather charts, and giving updates when he can.
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