When your speed reaches up to 11 knots by second mate Renee


From Boca Chica we started tacking again against the tradewinds. East of the Island we pass the Mona Passage. We go east with the trade winds and then we go up with winds that are created by depressions.
We are heading to Charleston. A few days from Charleston we hear Charleston is not really ready for us due to paperwork, bureaucracy, some malfunction in organizing or whatever it may be. We change our course and start tacking against the nice wind we first had in the back. 
Confusing track I guess. Yes, we also don't know where we are going. We could go to the Bahamas to check if they really have pigs that swim there. We are dreaming of all possible destinations. Could be anywhere as long as our water, lentils and beans stretch. As we might also already be on the way back we open the last big round Dutch cheese that we saved for the way back. We heave to and make pizza.

It is weekend so offices are closed and no news. There is a gale coming. So we sail the gale. A nice opportunity to go north fast to a place that rumors say we might get permission for to enter.
So with all the reefs in the sails again we ride the gale. When toilet paper blows from the toilet pot back in your face you know two things: 1, The wind is coming from behind, 2, The wind is pretty strong.
We sail all clipped in with our harnesses with our reefed topsail and mainstaysail and a forestaysail. Our speed reaches up to 11 knots. wind 6 to 7 bft.
We look out for the front passage where the wind will veer. For now we see clouds and distant lightning all around us.
When it starts to become more light in the east we see a grey wall on our port side. That must be the front passage. Its just like in the books. Suddenly it gets cold. The wind veers and we change course with the wind. We get a nice freshwater shower. 
When the wind decreases we get visited by all kind of birds that apparently were also riding the gale and now try to rest on the ship which is quite hard since we are still rocking on the swell that the gale left behind.
A big wave brakes over the ship and flushes all what is not well attached over the deck. A peace of the top of the wooden railing broke off and we are salty again like usual.

Renee, Second Mate