So said Miles, good friend to Galactic and to Pelagic as well, after he had a look at St. Helena on the map and reported on what is required to get any other land onto the screen at the same time.
Just now we are 850 nm from Liberia and 1350 from Brazil. There's a lot of water around us, whichever way you go.
The South Atlantic is lonely. As lonely as the South Pacific, and more depauperate in islands as well.
We have reached the realm of sensual tropical sailing, here at 9°S in the Austral winter. After weeks of overcast, we are making our way across a heavenly-blue sea under a cloud-flecked sky. Flying fish occasionally explode from the waves before us, and the ones that end up on deck during the night are recruited to our frying pan. The boys are getting along - the bickering and constant turf-marking that has driven me crazy on some of our past passages hasn't been in evidence. This morning before dawn I jibed while everyone else slept. A light drizzle had come up, and I took off my shirt to keep it dry and found myself comfortable, shirtless, in light rain in the night. A welcoming, caressing temperature that is effortless to exist in, and still after all these years capable of unmanning an exiled Alaskan at the sheer delight of it.
Ascension Island tomorrow.
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