Asante - Day 4 of the never ending poem

Day 4 of the adventure, has us motoring along. The wind is up, the wind is down. Predictions were not wrong. The fleet is pretty much spread out, as we look at YB Races. But until the boats turn west for home, no one really knows their places. As for life on board today. I awoke from a very deep sleep, as Kirsten shouted loud and clear, ‘fish on and it’s one to keep’. Nick and James were hauling in their first catch of the day. A glittering mahi mahi. Cerviche for lunch, hooray. Five more catches followed soon. But the sad thing I must add, was two of them were plastic bags. So really that was bad. To break the endless monotony of watches, food and rest. Ian decided to stop the boat, to let us - can you guess. Swim off the back in the ocean deep. Not a soul in sight. One by one and holding fast. To the rope they held on tight. Not many people can look back and say. I’ve swim mid ocean blue. Hundreds of miles from anywhere. What a thing to do. Tom is prepping for supper now. Roast chicken with fennel too. Manchego cheese will finish the meal, for me and all the crew.