Data at start-up…Engine hours: 3931.7
Weather: W winds 10 kts., mostly clear
Seas: like smooth jazz
Water temperature: 75.2 F
Customs in Bermuda requires a check-out before leaving, no more than one hour prior. And the Customs office doesn’t open until 0800, so an early start isn’t in the cards. Only the skipper needs to report, with all ship’s & crew’s papers. And we’re all antsy because we want to be first out to give us more time to fish in these fecund waters.
With quick & easy customs, an efficient dinghy hoist and same on the anchor, Moxie got out of the harbor ahead of the fleet for some extra fishing. No sooner than you can say ‘6 pound amberjack’ we had one on the line. This is a new species for me; supposed to be excellent eating.
The fleet is forming a pentagon, with Angela again in the lead. We’re on the right flank this time, second boat back. Jura is to our port/left, with Relish and Aleoli trailing, a bit tucked in,side-by-side. Well, that’s the theory, anyway. We’ll see what actually transpires. Our speed is slow, to start: 6.3 kts. until it’s determined that fuel burn is as anticipated. As that s verified, were up to 7.1 kts.
Shar has been appointed Watch Rotation Officer, meaning that she must accurately reproduce the watch routine and respond to every question of ‘who’s next?’ That’s because none of the men can figure it out, either to create it in the first place or to even follow it. Funny thing, even she had trouble re-creating it…but I caught her smiling while at it. Moxie is the sole vessel with a rotating watch, i.e. we have different time slots every day, in a 4-day cycle.
Bob’s luck with satellite communications is abysmal. As soon as we put to sea, it crapped out again. Who ya gonna call? Nobody! So, unless we get some remote love from KVH, this post will be 10-12 days old by the time you read it.
When we left Palm Beach, first day, we were all excited and busy just being on board. Today, the first day on another leg, saw us all napping. I think the main thing that’s changed is the understanding that watch rotation and sleep are the two pylons of our course of life. Well, those and eating. Amberjack ala Bob (sautéed with tomatoes, avocado, mango chutney & always spicy) for lunch and green chile stew w/ pork tenderloin for dinner. Not a bad menu, eh? Fishing keeps us occupied and happy, but it’s a second tier need.
The seas are more like what I expected prior to this journey. The swell is recognizable as such, rather than a random bump, here and there, which is what we felt/saw from PB to Bermuda. The early, uncomfortable portion of that leg was the result of wind waves, not swell. Now, we have gentle, regular swells coming from behind us. Coming from behind, the swell catches and pushesthe flat surface of the stern, causing the boat to sway more than other times. At this small swell size, however, it doesn’t have much impact. Wind waves are minimal, too. The result is a very comfortable, lazy-swaying-hips kinda ride.
It took all day and various shapes loosely called irregular pentazoids, but, momentarily, the fleet did achieve a respectable pentagon.
Moxie: Four fishers, with two poles, caught 1 amberjack & 2 dorado. The frozen bait supply is down to 78.6%.
Aleoli and Jura were DNF (did not fish), Relish and Angela did not catch.Aleoli has a good excuse. With the cockpit being 80% occupied with a 300-gallon fuel blob, it’s no place to be moving around and certainly no place for sharp objects. They landed the most fish on the first leg and they remain confident that their deficit can be overcome by the time we reach Horta.