Out of darkness lights emerge. Not one, not two, but many, and from all sides.

As the green flash pulses through the turquoise ocean swells an orange horizon closes in. The winds blow briskly through the upper shouds and a gust sends a low howl over the starboard quarter of the boat, we track smoothly over the growing waves. The faint aroma of dust and dirt linger deep in the breeze.

With a steady wind at our stern we press into the night as the running lights emerge from all corners. The winds built up throughout the day move us steadily on our direct course to Bahia Santa Marias. We continue to shorten sail as the winds steadily build. We like to ride easy. Not too much pressure on the boat or the crew. When the sun is out we can see what we will be dealing with, but when the night comes its any man's guess. This night however, will be remembered.

The multitude of sailboats finally converge into the narrow margin of access into the bay from all angles. All senses are heightened to a point of non-sleep. Especially the captain. His vessel, his watch. We all take turns steering and navigating through the dotted mess on the navigation console. With radio activity at a high, even at 3 in the morning, we seemlessly and effortlessly glide into the safe harbour. Perfection guided by insanity, with the help of a steady flow of adrenaline and coffee.

Alan : Guest Blogger.