Almost every sailor's dream. A steady wind of five to six wind forces, always from the same direction. The sails are pulled tight, the ship is sloping nicely and the bow plows through the waves. The spray splashes around the helmsman's ears, the ship runs at top speed. Uh Pooh. I hate that. It's the toughest ocean passage I've ever had to go. Sailing from Cape Verde to Barbados for three weeks with the wind from behind is not as exhausting as fighting the trade wind for three days in the Caribbean Sea. The steady wind constantly produces waves that are quite decent at four to five meters high. Speed is out of the question, if we go too fast, the bow digs into the waves and it rattles immensely.
Who came up with the idea of going back to Aruba? There are still 330 miles to go and that is the beeline. We can't drive them directly. We'll probably have to drive 500 miles, that's six and a half days at our speed. I don't even want to think about it. We can't cheat with the engine, we only have diesel left for 170 miles.
The sleep deprivation is slowly becoming noticeable. For therapeutic purposes it is used against depression, if I remember correctly. On board, it is not likely to lighten the mood. When I lie down on the couch, my eyes immediately close. When I'm dozing off, Sissi hits a violent wave and the anchor crashes into the water. Then I'm awake again. Jens feels the same way, he too has not been able to get a proper sleep so far. It will probably stay that way until Aruba.
In this respect, we look forward to the 24-hour quarantine on our anchor chain when we have arrived and have completed our Covid test. Then we have no obligations and can finally sleep in.
In the afternoon we are accompanied by some dolphins. They swim alongside Sissi and jump out of the high waves. It's beautiful to look at, but unfortunately only with a lot of luck can be photographed. We're not that lucky. The memory of it must suffice. They are great animals.
With paper, pencil, set square and compass, we calculate the course that we can just drive so that we can reach our destination with the last bit of diesel without turning up. I would say the odds are a little better than the 50%. If the wind doesn't turn another 10 ° to our disadvantage, it can work.
The tape seal has become leaky. It's a shame, but it can't be changed. It still holds up to a certain extent above the salon, only the forward bunk has mutated into a stalactite cave. Since we are supplied with huge amounts of electricity by the wind generator on our course, we briefly consider using the fan heater for drying. As long as it continues to drip, it is of course completely nonsensical. So we turn on the radio and listen to loud heavy metal music for an hour. That also consumes electricity. All batteries are and will remain filled to 100%.
The night is comparatively calm, the wind has subsided. However, it has also changed its direction to our disadvantage. Jens suggests that we jibe. We both agree that we can no longer moor in Aruba directly. Said and done. After a few minutes, Sissi is driving a very crazy course. We have to realize that we no longer have any rowing effect. F * ck !!!
That happened to us two years ago in Stavoren. The rope that transfers the forces from the steering wheel to the rudder jumped off the rudder quadrant. It is the same today. I have to clear out my entire bunk to get the rope. In contrast to the port of Stavoren, there is at least enough empty space here, we cannot drift against anywhere. It takes me almost an hour to repair it today. Jens has to somehow hold the rudder straight with the emergency tiller so that I can get the rope back into the guide and tighten the screws. Now the sweat is dripping from all parts of our bodies, our T-shirts are wet as fresh from the washing machine. We need a shower. Sissi is running fine again. We will now drive the new course for one day, then according to the forecast the wind should turn back in the old direction. Fourth Etmal 77 miles.