Another day, another solid chunk of miles covered. There's not a whole lot to report, which, as I've mentioned before, is generally a good thing. The highlight of the day, really, is that the weather forecasts are just getting better and better. The chances of encountering headwinds are diminishing, and even if we do get a bit of a headwind, it's not going to last long. All three models are now predicting that the wind will swing around to the southeast this evening for the final push into Brisbane. That's definitely good news. The only event of any real significance was the return of one of the feathery idiots. I'm pretty sure it's the same one as before; it seemed a bit too comfortable, a bit too confident. It was perched on the lifelines, naturally facing outwards, which meant the business end was pointing inwards. To avoid any more scrubbing than absolutely necessary this morning, I decided to give him a poke in the… well, let's just say the rear end, wi...
The last 24 hours have been pretty tame on the sailing front, but we're making good miles, which is the important thing. We're relying on the best engine we have left, and we've picked up about a knot of favorable current, giving us a nice push in the right direction. That current boost is adding something like 25 nautical miles to our daily run, which is always welcome. I'm fresh out of the engine room, and… well, everything's looking "good." But "good" is a relative term these days. The baseline has definitely shifted. The new "good" means that everything is liberally coated in oil, and there's a fair bit of oily water sloshing around. Honestly, under normal circumstances, I'd be tearing my hair out. But considering the fact that it's only this bad now means it's actually good? I'm weirdly satisfied. We're still heading east of Brisbane, and it's looking increasingly likely that we'll be facing some hea...