Its 1 o'clock. There is a big, fat, yellow moon, just past full, hanging above the stern bringing a silver shine to our wake. The sky is dark, clear and full of stars. As I look up I see an occasional shooting star arc down towards the water.
The wind and waves are calm as Nellie knifes her way through the dark St Lawrence water at almost 8 knots under bare poles, a bone in her teeth from our two Cummins engines. As I look down at our bow wake I see sparkles of bio luminescence scattered in the foam like white chocolate drops in a dark chocolate batter. The faint scent of pine greeted me when I came on deck.
We chat excitedly about this magic night after so many cold cloudy watches in the watery desert of the sea.
Its 3 am and dawn is cracking the northeast horizon behind the Canadian shore.
Its great to be me.
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