The melody sung by the rigging slowly lowers in pitch from a screech to a hum as the moon emerges from the thick clouds above and the sea now shimmers as it rushes by. Reefed sails glow as Carina plunges forwards towards the blackest, most ominous cloud imaginable that is the backside of our squall. Only the wooly bear caterpillar-shaped blob on the radar screen slowly falling to lee gives us confidence the worst has passed and it's safe to sheet in the main and let out a bit of genoa. Adrenaline keeps us alert and we train our eyes to windward - breathing once again - while seeking, but hoping not to find, yet another storm.
At 6/1/2012 and 10:42 UTC (GMT) our position was: 06°28.17'S / 172°13.98'E.
We were traveling 195T degrees true at 3.4 knots.
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