The last twelve hours have been fast. Really fast. We started off with winds around fifteen to twenty knots, and the breeze has crept up to the twenty-to-twenty-five range. The kind of conditions that make sailing feel alive, powerful and efficient and a little wild. Speed is great, but there is a trade-off. Every wave is hitting the boat square on the side, and that turns what should be smooth sailing into something a bit more punishing.

A few moments stood out. The kind where the bow buries itself and the ocean does not just splash, it rolls right over the entire boat. Those are the reminders that while things feel under control, the ocean always has the final say. If this builds into thirty to thirty-five knots on the beam, neither the boat nor I are going to want a lot to do with it. For now though, everything is holding together just fine. I have very little sail out, three reefs in, and we are still moving well. Flying fish are everywhere, skimming the surface like little silver darts. Seas are manageable, two to three meters, with the occasional larger one rolling through to keep things interesting.

Living on a constant angle is its own brand of comedy. Everything aboard has a mind of its own. Life on a lean means port becomes starboard in a hurry. Even something as simple as a morning coffee turns into a game. You set it down, and for a moment it pretends it will stay. Then you look away, and it makes its move, sliding across the table and smashing into the wall like it had a plan all along. You clean it up, make another one, and carry on. That is the rhythm out here.

The upside is that we are covering ground. Yesterday logged just under one hundred and sixty nautical miles, which is solid. If this holds, it could shave a day or two off the crossing, which is no small thing out here. Still a long way to go, but progress feels good. It is not easy sailing though. I am braced at a constant forty-five-degree angle most of the time, and my core is getting more of a workout than any gym would charge for. Otherwise, it has been quiet. No ships, not much wildlife, even the birds that were keeping me company have disappeared for now. Fishing lines are out, no luck yet. Just me, the boat, and the ocean, moving fast across the beam.