Careful what you wish for, day 17.
Irony strikes again - this was definitely an intense surprise day.
Not long after our usual jack-ass breakfast, the front sail fell down. It completely loosened from the genoa halyard and was floating around in the water. Not exactly what you would want to happen to your main "engine" on a big crossing. In addition, the fuel tank was blinking red and a squall was approaching.
We got the sail on board but had to get the halyard down from the mast. By the time dad had climbed to the top, the squall arrived, making the operation a lot more intense. When we finally got the sail properly up, the wind disappeared completely (of course), so we had to roll it in and wait. Having learned a lesson not to trust the weather, we quickly used the opportunity to fill our extra diesel and take a "hot bath", now in 36°. One guard, one swimmer and one shark hunter at a ti
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