Asante - Day 18 of the never ending poem



Tom and I did a watch last night. The weather was so horrendous. The radar screen was not good news, cos the squalls they were tremendous. The ARC foretold of these massive devils, that make our life not good. Of seas that pick a boat up. Just like a piece of wood. The roar was loud, we held on tight. But Asante held her course. The rain lashed into the cockpit, with an almighty force. We had to shout to hear each other. Ian came up to see. Not happy that his sleep was cut, by this calamity. The others too they did appear. To hear what the weather had. But by morning time the squalls had gone. Life was once again not bad. Food is low but that’s all fine. One more day to last. And with these winds still strong and sure, we’ll definitely get there fast.