Wayne is doing dishes. I'm at the helm.
The wind shifted just enough to allow us to sail a few moments ago so I shut down the engine. We'renonly 8deg off course and it looks like, on average, the wind is shifting more in our favor. About time. There is such a qualitative difference between moving under engine or sail.

Windy wavey noght but the wind continues to come from where we are trying to head.

I had wanted to try to get some photos of flying fish tonight using the adventure camera but I suspect the seas are too confused.

Wayne trying to appease the wind god ... I say, loudly, "Guys, sacrifices don't work!"

Dana replies, "How do we know?"

They both start to eye me suspiciously.

Dana made me breakfast again. He is doing a horrible job of getting rid of me. "I know not to feed the Yermo but I keep doing it."

This is a test. Suddenly attempting to add a photo locks the app. Bug or problem with the phone?

Wayne spotted dolphins so we all went to the bow. I leaned over and was so close I could almost touch them as they seam between the hulls just in fromt of the boat. I hope the video turns out. This was
cool and the closest I have ever been to a dolphin in the wild.

Sometime earlier today, Wayne hoisted Dana up the mast so he could temporarily tie up the lazy jack.

Woke up just before 11. There is still no wind.

I can't remember if I posted this thought, but the other night when we were heading East hoping to find wind making just 3kts or so headway, I was completely content to just keep going. The next morning we're heading SSW because Wayne had made the command decision that he needed to be moving.

It was the correct call.

I may be /too/ patient and my lack of progress on so many fronts may support that assertion.

Wind on the nose for hours ... still can't get there from here.

Note to self: get the Garmin inReach app. The way messages are entered directly on the device is tedious.

All the days blend together ... what day is this?

I stood on deck again for quite some time pondering how I no longer remember things as clearly as I used to, especially conversations.

The skies here when there are few
clouds continue to mesmerize me. So many shootings stars. Many are faint glimmers caught out if the corner of the eye but there are many others clearly visible.

There's a slight breeze now but it is not yet enough to sail with. It's almost the perfect temperature.

Quiet and pensive.

That star that we thought was a boat is clearly visible high in the sky but I swear still clearly shines gree, red, and white and is not an airplane. Weird.

It's been an eerily calm evening. The wind died hours ago during my pre-dinner watch. We've been motoring with the headsail in. No moon. Clearest night so far. Water so flat the reflections of the brightest stars can be seen. I spent an extended time on deck watxhing the stars. Eventually we saw what we thought was a boat on the horizon. Both of us could clearly see green, red, and bright white but there was nothing on radar or AIS. We watched it for probably 45 minutes or more before deciding it was, in fact, a star. Weird.

Wayne joined me and being annoyed by the clankng of the boom went to the bow seat but the nav lights were to bright so I suggested he stand in the center at the forestay. Something caught his eye and he turned on husnhead lamp. "I see some small thing with a big golden eye." he said. I joined hm and we spent quite aome time trying to spot whatever critter it was.

We both think that maybe they were squid. One critter with little wings looked like one of thise round suid like things. I'll have to look it up when I have internet access.

We also saw quite a fee flying fish. I had always assumed they folded their wings under water but the ones we saw had theirs out. Beautiful fish. Seimming they look like something out of a sci fi film.

It was an exceedingly nice evening standing ipnthere and one I hope not to forget.

There were so many shooting stars.

Waiting on dinner.

I'm still waiting for the appearance of these mythical trade winds. The motor has been running all day and now continues into the night.While the wind did shift around to the east it was too weak to be of use.It died around sunset. With no pressure on it the mainsail flaps around with the rolling of the boat. Coming into my watch Yermo reports the starboard lazy-jack has broken. The flogging of the sail must have been too much.I hope it can wait for port or one of us is going to have to go up the mast to fix it.

On course to St. Martin. 370 miles to go.

The starboard lazy jack fell from the mast. I coiled it up and tried to tie it up out of the way.