Ten minutes to the hour I crawl out of bed, make myself presentable*, go upstairs to relieve Dunbar. He gives me a quick debrief on his shift – making good speed, wind has us directly on course, 410 nm to St Helena, we crossed the Prime Meridian at four so we’re now officially in the Western Hemisphere!
Then he goes to bed, I make myself some coffee, wrap myself in a blanket**, and wait for the sunrise.
* t-shirt, sweatpants, glasses.
** it’s breezy and humid. I get chilled sitting at the helm in the dark. Don’t judge me and my fleece blanket.