I believe I am in the back half of the storm and almost through it. The seas were certainly all over the place, and any hope for comfort was out the door. In conditions like this, only the bare minimum gets done. Food, bathroom, watches. So as the boat bashes around, the floor becomes a slowly growing collection of things that, in retrospect, could have been better secured. That collection is getting pretty big. Looking forward to the seas settling.

The included picture is what was left of Priscilla, kind of ominous as you approached it. I also started seeing fins coming out of the water, which at first I thought were small sharks. Note: I resisted saying baby sharks. What I believe they actually were was tuna, coming by and checking the lines out.