There is little to no wind so I help the deckhands cast some slack onto the bunt lines over the sails as preparation for any upcoming favorable winds. The water is glassy and smooth and from up on the mast, I could see the well defined shadow of Europa on the waters surface.

After several days sailing in thick morning fog and afternoon rains, the Europa welcomed a fun filled excursion in the Guernsey Island Sun. After fourteen days on the ship, we welcomed that chance to stretch our legs on ground that wasn’t constantly moving sideways.

The winds have been so strong since we embarked from Horta that I was beginning to think that I would never have the chance to see Europa from the skies. I woke up this morning after a few games of late night poker with the Voyage Crew to a cool grey sky with an eerily calm sea.

While the first of the cool air to touch the ship, first touches my face, chills run around my body and I smile as the sunshine warms the back of my neck. I feel so f***ing free. This is the coolest s**t I have ever done in my life.

Endless noise from waves lapping the sides of the ship. My sea sickness has not quite left my body yet. I lay in bed uncomfortable, too wam, too angled, too sideways, too this, and too that. Any which was I turn was the wrong way. I fall out of bed to join the crew on the poopdeck. We drop down to the maindeck and within minutes my clothes are soaked through. The rain is sideways and so is the ship.