Today's update from Al "almost" had me feeling bad for him. Almost! The winds just aren't there, and Ryen's Quest is barely getting by 2 knots. So no wind! Cry me a river, boys. I am quite positive I didn`t hear any moans from disgruntled sailors, yet I am not sure why Al went on and on about it being sunny and warm, and eating and sleeping. Sounds like quite a winter escape after all. From my look out, I am seeing temperature drops to the minus, fleece-lined leather gloves, sheep-skin boots, and ear muffs.
As of suppertime, Captain Al (he is really gonna hate me for typing that :) ) and crew were about forty miles from Bermuda. He has opted to `try` to get the forty miles in before the break of dawn and be on solid ground early tomorrow. I am not sure if he priorized a beer and a bath, or a bath and then a beer. A woman would choose to have a beer while she bathed.
It is nice to be able to relax and chuck some stuff at the guys. Both Al and Mack deserve a break. I just might surprise them and knock on the hull on Wednesday. They probably need directions to the nearest `MacDonald`s.
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