It is cloudy. Suddenly, Captain and First Mate spring into the wheelhouse. A commotion behind the Bridge stairs. What’s going on? At once, they rush to the Poop deck, sextant in hand. For a moment, the sun peeks out...
The rolling has stopped
Hi all, The rolling has stopped. Now we're sailing full speed in an South-Easterly direction on a port beam reach tack. Gaining a bit of height for the predicted north- and easterlies. The most...