We are chasing Bligh in earnest and hope to catch him tomorrow at dawn. We departed the anchorage at 11 o'clock this morning after a wild night. I slept alone on Talisker Bounty Boat at the end of a long rope with waves breaking into the cockpit at times. We made the decision to head out and try for Tofua. Last minute gear was transfered from the support boat and everyone was aboard quicker than expected and in no time we were off.
The sail toward Tofua has been spectacular with some cruel ironies. We've been looking at three blocks of chocolate and a tin of baked beans, all waiting to be stowed. Food is already on the agenda...as we've yet to eat today. We're on our water rations of 2 litres a day. And we all agree, it's good to be short. Quilter is 6ft 2" and simply does not fit into this boat, but fortunately the sailing has been gentle and we have had the time to work out our own space. The sun has just set and the moon slowly rises behind us as we sail in about 12 kts of warm breeze at about 3 kts.
Plenty of laughs today. Hunger pangs. Flatulence. Flatulence at close quarters I might add. Discussions about the most desired things we hope for in Kupang. It's all hard to believe this is all actually happening now - Dave just broke wind, I believe that proved my point. More laughter.
We get to enjoy our first sea biscuits at one minute past midnight. We've managed to stow about 12 coconuts and over100 limes. Dave burps and quickly proceeds to beg me not to write it into the blog. More laughter.
Life does not really come any better right now. The boat is dry, but the compass is awfully hard to see in the darkness. We're hoping the full moon will illuminate Tofua as it rises higher into the night. Tofua looms 15 miles away as I type. We haven't set up a navigation routine yet and there's still plenty to organise but like Bligh we hope to get fully organised once we reach land.
Spoke too soon. Wave just broke across bow. Boat now wet. Shame.
We know the landing at Tofua will be challenging so we hope for favourable weather at dawn.
I am currently dictating this words to Chris from my comfortable seat in the cockpit while he does all the work, in order to convey my status and power. *Steers off course* I might add that my two-finger typing is highly ineffective, so no doubt I will rope the cabin boy into more writing at dusk.