Transatlantic, day 2.
Accompanied by Haruki Murakami in my hands and Beardfish in my ears I'm now ready for another night shift. A few boats are still visible, but peculiar winds has spread us out in all directions.
As soon as my dad goes to sleep I'll get myself some chocolate and enjoy yet another magical night, "alone" at sea.
To think that Christmas is coming up back home while the water temperature here is around 30°celsius is strange, and gives me a sense of longing. Who would ever long for cold, dark winters?
Only a true norseman, I guess.
The ocean is calm and welcoming and I believe we'll have a safe crossing.
After dinner today we realized our food stock will reach not only for 3-4 weeks, but presumably 3-4 months...well, better be safe than sorry? Luckily, this also goes for the chocolate stock, which reminds me it's time to gather some mint delicacies...
What's better than
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