Asante - Day 16 of the never ending poem

Exhaustion is taking over. Sleep is had by few. Some have been feeling nauseous so their watches they cannot do. The swell is getting greater. Strong winds are on the way. Hopefully only two more nights. Then I’ll sleep both night and day. I’ve had to play the medic, and not just for one time. As people tire they trip and fall. The result they don’t look fine. One person has a black eye, another cut his leg. Everyone’s got bruises. We just want in they beg. December is now with us. So we have on board today. A little advent calendar. And with it a game we play. Each night the crew is questioned, about one part of the boat. The first to get the answer, gets the chocolate down his throat. Last nights question which I gave, was how many winches / that’s a feat. Not one person got it right. So the skipper had the treat.