Data at 7 AM…Engine hours: 3883
Fuel consumed yesterday: 123 gal., total fuel consumed: 345 gal. not counting gen set
Miles traveled yesterday: 189 nm, total miles traveled: 617 nm
Weather: partly cloudy, winds light
Seas: random swell 2-3 ft. primarily from SE (holding on is mostly for landlubbers)
Water temperature: 76.0
Watch rotations have settled into a pattern of 3 hrs on and 9 off, with the person taking the 0300 to 0600 time slot getting a break for the rest of the day. This creates a rotation where we all shift one time slot each day, meaning that everyone gets a crack at their least desirable slot…and no one gets stuck in one. I just got off at 0600 on Saturday and won’t go on again until midnight (0000 Sunday). With one person dropping out in front of me, that means my next, after that, will be 2100 to midnight on Sunday. Everyone on board likes it.
Yesterday we did a high-seas rendevous with Aleoli to transfer a thumb drive to Stuart, who is in contact with shore-side tech support, working to resolve Bob’s satellite communication problem. After some analysis of the problem-code file Bob had saved on the drive, they believe it’s a firmware update gone bad. That’s pretty easy to correct. Stuart downloaded the patch onto the drive and handed it back to us, today. We’ll see.
I say “handed” rather loosely. It’s a small feat to bring two vessels totalling over 200,000 pounds together in seas that could result in pretty serious ($$) non-lethal damage. On the first transfer, under Bernie’s advice, we maintained speed, with Aleoli holding a steady course. Bob brought Moxie along side, close enough for Jason to extend the long boat hook (14′) that had the drive, in a sandwich bag, taped to the end of it. On the second try, with a little sashay to close the gap, we were successful. Today, we chose to stop. Aleoli approach slowly, their bow to our stern, with the treasure on the hook. That was much easier.
Given that we were stopped, both crews (subsets thereof) took the opportunity to go for a quick dip! Having just had a shower, I demurred, even though I was the most vocal, prior to leaving shore, that I was determined to do just that. We will get at least one more chance during the Bermuda-Horta leg, when we plan to circle the wagons for a little ‘middle of the ocean’ pool party. Those not interested in swimming can check the engine oil level.
Sleep happens all the time. There’s rarely a time when someone isn’t napping or making an effort to catch up. Between the frequent watch rotations and the motion of the boat, especially in rough weather, nobody is getting enough. The forward stateroom (Shar & me) is especially susceptible to the pitching motion of head seas. We’ve been sleeping and/or napping in the saloon, either in the leather chairs (Swedish-style, reclining, with foot stools) or on the port-side bench seat. Bob’s midships stateroom is probably the most comfortable. He has offered it for all, as the hot-bunk, but nobody has taken him up on that. Maybe it’s the 3′ x 12′ slab of headliner that fell off the ceiling and landed across the pillows, during the roughest seas,that keeps us elsewhere.
The firmware patch for the sat system did not repair the problem. We will ignore it until Bermuda.
The only fish hookup, all day, was aboard Aleoli, but their timing was terrible. Bernie, in the lead boat, had just warned off a huge bulk carrier ship (grain, oil, coal…who knows?) overtaking us, asking that it alter course to pass behind us. Aleoli, chose that moment to hook up and drop out of formation to reel it in. When asked to further alter his course, the captain of the carrier, showed his displeasure by berating us for making his life difficult. Undeterred, Aleoli got under way and managed to bring in a nice dorado, anyway.
Our lack of fish action is of great concern to Moxie’s crew. After all, this keen boat-to-boat competition.