Ship’s Log: Day Thirty Five (Melbourne to Tilbury)

Thirty-fifth day of the voyage; fifth day of the Atlantic crossing.

For a brief moment or two, the Atlantic glittered in the sun as I made my way about the deck. Unusual for the Atlantic, said the captain, even in summer. He spoke of storms, the sea rising up to two metres during them, of the mere half dozen captains who would take ships on the northern route through the North Atlantic, for most could not sleep on the winter roll, of how I too would find that problematic even if the actual conditions did not bother me.

And then before we knew it, the fog and rain came in …


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