EACH DAY we slowly work our way up along the coast of South America. The ultimate next goal being the Equator, 2,000 miles ahead. Each day it gets warmer. The layers are off.
It's only when you count out each mile - that one realizes the scale of Brazil alone - as we get closer to Rio de Janeiro - having left Buenos Aires and Montevideo 500 miles to port.
In the light airs, the South Atlantic Residents Association have also been active - discussing its currency, where there are real concerns relating to the US dollar, and other affairs of the economy. And, all 'fresh' provisions are exhausted, together with 'sweet things' by design. To boot, all food supplies for members are monitored.
For body nourishment, its now down to the basic Back Country dehydrated food supplying enough calories each day. This is supplemented by plenty of fresh water - made from the ocean by our magical 'desalination plant' on board - and my Revive Active dietary supplements.
For brain nourishment, it's a 24/7 or 25/8 living on the edge. Constantly on the alert. Sailing through day and night, blind, you simply never know what is going to happen next.
Long periods of inactivity are interfaced with intense bursts of being very busy - while I exist here totally in my own bubble. We may as well be on a space capsule riding to Mars - as being on this vast ocean.
As with the Wizard of Oz, it's the journey rather than getting there, And that's the answer - don't mind the question.
Given that there are virtually no weather systems, Highs or Lows in these settled conditions, its hard to do anything clever to move our boat faster. And while we are only racing against ourselves on the water - and others on computers - there is a strong competitive instinct that wishes to get the best performance to do justice to the boat ad team.
As a 'Thoroughbred " of the ocean you cannot " half-sail her" in the same way that you cannot be " half-pregnant" Each day I marvel as to how the IMOCA Ocean sailing class design has developed and continues to evolve and how one person can sail faster than a Volvo 65 which is bigger and has a crew of 10!
The daytime wind tends to be lighter. Our strategy is to also stay on the tack closest to the layline rather than going to either corner of the course for better weather systems. Each night the wind - with the thermal effect from the ocean and temperature difference - the wind tends to increase to 10 to 15 knots. During the day 4 to 10 knots is the norm and an odd time it goes flat calm.
The constant challenge is to try to get the boat moving faster than the wind. In fact we create our own wind from movement that makes it happen. Given the right angle, sometimes I get her up to 9 knots in 6 or & knots of wind!
This way, by always keeping moving, we can keep the average up and gradually, mile by mile, graft our way north. Longer than expected. We are unlikely to make Le Sables d' Olonne for St Patricks Day or my family reunion - but it is as it is!
The mind wanders. In particular our South Atlantic Residents Association are very wealthy. Our money supply is infinite and beats Bitcoin all the time.
As a matter of fiction, a wealthy American came to stay at our luxury accommodation on board. He deposited $1,000 for the en-suite room forward and being early in the day, went for a long walk on deck. I took the money and paid our fish supplier $1,000. This fisherman In turn owed his boat builder $1,000 and he was paid. And the same boat builder owed me $1,000 for services and he kindly paid me back.
It all happened very quickly and, going the full circle, didn't the American return and announced that he would not stay. And, since he had not checked in to the cabin forward, demanded his money back - which he got.
Therefore everyone was paid and nobody was out of pocket. This begs the question, which has been racking the brains of the Residents Association: what is money?
Historically it was based on a finite commodity such as gold and not just ' fresh - air ' the basis as our currency here in the South Atlantic. And now, on a bigger scale, instead of closing the massive US deficit of roughly some $600 bn to $400 bn as planned , Donald Trump looks set to increase it to a Trillion dollars!
So like his massive property bankruptcy history, based on debt, he is doing the same to the US. Some day, when we least expect it, the ' penny will drop' and all the money the US Fed are making out of "Fresh Air" will have no value. Based on nothing the economy will collapse while the US being the US, will reinvent itself with a lot of pain for us all.
So the world is in for a shock. The ice age did not happen over hundreds of years. It came quick. Water gets cold at a certain instant it freezes. Likewise water gets hot and at a certain instant it boils. Each situation brings massive change to the water. One ice hard. One Steam.
And now there is little difference between our "unit of account" for currency as fresh air here on the South Atlantic as the US money - based on nothing. I think a big storm will come and we'll all be in trouble. So prepare, and batten down the hatches!
Which leads me to take another stanza from Joseph Plunket's "Wave of the Sea"
"My soul is in the salt of the sea
The strength of the wave.
In the bubbles of foam
In the ways of the wind"