Well, at the start at least. I ate the wrong thing for dinner and felt pretty rough afterward, so I went below to sleep it off, and did not realise the wind had increased while I was down. I got up because it seemed like we were getting pounded, and we were. Full sails in twenty-two knots of wind. It was pitch black thanks to a new moon, so I needed to get some quick reefs in and bring things down.

I decided to hove to, put the reefs in, and it worked perfectly. Thank you, ten-pound-six-ounce Sweet Baby Jesus. I reefed down to reef two on the front and reef two on the back, give or take, since I could not see and yes, I am aware a flashlight existed. Now we are cooking along comfortably at five to six knots on a port tack, which I will hold until about midnight before switching to starboard and getting some sleep. That should take me into the forecasted wind change to the northwest.