Sea to Sky - Dyed Oceans

I remember reading a story when I was little about how the oceans are blue because someone poured buckets upon buckets of blue dye into the water. I love that story because it’s such a simple answer to such a complicated phenomenon. Although, its water as brilliant and bright as the waves that now surround me that make me question whether there’s any truth to that tale. I can only describe the ocean out here as the purest and most vibrant shade of blue you could possibly imagine. It reminds me of the colour blue food colouring turns frosting.

The skies continue to dazzle me, their colours and contours are deeply enticing. The wonderfully beautiful sunsets that stretch across the skies and dance atop the waves serve as daily rewards for getting just that much closer to the other side. The vivid pinks, oranges, purples, and reds stain the sky until absolute darkness takes over. The world transforms, flipping inside out and leaving us somewhere completely pitch black. It feels almost as if someone has covered the entire globe with a blanket. But even with the moon and thousands of stars watching over me, it still feels impossibly lonely in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

The days are seemingly getting longer and consequently more uneventful. The minutes and hours slowly trickle by. As a result, I’ve resorted to finding joy in the little things like making lemonade and wrapping Christmas presents, baking cookies and scanning the waves for flying fish. Still, nothing surpasses the excitement of receiving an email. Periodically checking our position, average speed, and distance remaining until St Lucia has become another hourly activity of mine.

We caught another Dorado and after figuring out they’re the same as Mahi Mahis, we decided to keep him and turn him into fish tacos. There was screaming, excitement, and panic aboard Sea to Sky! We frantically rushed around, grabbing hooks, knives, and Malibu rum to knock the fish out. After that, I ran back inside to escape the murderous feeling of taking a fish’s life. I love getting the fishing rod ready and choosing lures but as soon as it comes to actually catching a fish, I feel awful for the poor thing. Not to mention the fact that I rarely even eat fish and have decided to boycott the fishing industry because of all the resulting pollution. Despite this, there was no way that my Dad was going to let a fish escape for the second time. He grew up in a family of fishing so cutting up and gutting a little fish is somewhat second nature. Unfortunately to his disappointment, fishing has never been my strong suit.