Day 15 sees us all recover, from the longest night so far.The weather that had protected us, had given us all a shower. For through the night, the squalls had come. And lightening with them too. The wind howled through the rigging. And the skies had flashed bright blue. Now when I say a shower. I don’t mean a drop or two of rain. But a bucket load of water, thrown time and time again. Last time we did the crossing, back in 2021, the squalls they were relentless. So I knew they were no fun. Our guests had only heard of squalls. Never felt them out in force. And pretty soon the novelty had run and run its course. 700 miles is all that’s left. We continue counting down. I’m dreaming of rum cocktails, at my favourite bar in town.