Fifth Day at Sea

It’s 3:30am on Saturday morning. I am on shift. A sea sick crew member is sleeping in the helm, and Brian has gone to bed. My Veggie Straw snacks have been eaten and now I am trying to stay awake for the next 2.5 hours.
We are heading close hauled, triple reefed (over reefed as weather is 18-20knots), and only making an average of 5knots. Bermuda is 184 from us (ENE), and we are slowly tracking to Antigua.
The forward bilge pump stopped working as did the Port fuel gauge. Otherwise, the trip is fairly smooth. It’s frustrating having a sea sick crew as they are unable to assist with food prep or anything below. He does take his shifts, but he also sprawls in the helm, making it impossible for all 4 of us to sit above. I am sure it’s even more frustrating for him.
In our crew rotation we each have a night off. Mine was yesterday and the sea was calm so I got some good Zzz’s and feel pretty good now. On day 2 I was feeling pretty rotten and also on the verge of sea sick. I’ve found the rhythm between sleep and helm.Baca lagi