Day something aboard Namarie, and we're starting to wonder if the sun and moon have gone on vacation together. Since leaving La Rochelle, we haven't seen a glimpse of either one, thanks to a relentless blanket of cloud cover. It's like the Atlantic decided to throw a giant white sheet over itself and call it a day. Two theories are circulating on deck: either we've stumbled upon the world's largest cloud, or somehow managed to snag one on our mast and are dragging it along with us. Honestly, at this point, both options seem equally believable. The only things breaking up the monotony of gray are…you guessed it, ships! Our AIS continues to be a symphony of blips and bloops, with a constant presence of at least four vessels on the screen. They seem to be on a north-south migration, likely refugees from the Red Sea kerfuffle. It makes you wonder how the Houthis haven't had a field day with them – it must have been impossible to miss one with a missile. The good new...