Most of the yachts departed Stokes Bay at sparrow’s fart with us, so of course, the question of who would be first into the next anchorage arose. With relatively light breezes, Diomedea went to her symmetric spinnaker early, and this naturally prompted the appearance of kites on other yachts, although some of them carried on with the diesel topsails for a while longer. However, a short lumpy seaway made it difficult to keep the sail filled and after gybing and faffing around generally we too went back to the diesel for half an hour before the new breeze filled in. Our deficit was soon made up in the fast conditions. Our destination was Night Island at 13deg 11’, 143 34. In 1819 Philip Parker King commanding the survey ship Mermaid, found safe haven under the lee of this island during a night of heavy rain. As his night there proved comfortable he named it Night Island. For all you ornithologists, the island is home to the Torres Strait Imperial or Nutmeg Pigeons. As we arrived we were given an invitation to come aboard Southern Star for a repast of freshly caught yellow fin tuna sashimi. With Kikkoman soy sauce and wasabi â€�" yum. Up early again for yet another 80 mile day we were rather surprised to find internet reception off this remarkably barren, flat, and unpopulated coastline. The tower was at the Lockhart River settlement. So it was great to download a copy of the Sydney Morning Herald, do a quick call with our daughter, and attend to emails and banking before we sailed out of range. Love technology. This coast has had many and varied visitors, notably one Captain Bligh who stopped at Restoration Island during his epic voyage from Tonga to Java. Another visitor was the explorer Edmund Kennedy who left from Townsville to walk to the tip of Cape York. All his party died of disease, attacks or starvation. Kennedy himself managed to get almost all the way before being speared by the local aborigines. His guide, Jacky Jacky survived it all and was eventually rescued by ship. He was rewarded with a brass breastplate with appropriate inscriptions. Sadly he later fell into a fire whilst intoxicated and died. Diomedea flew up the course, through the pinch point at Piper Reef, just ahead of a large container ship, and then rounded Cape Grenville to anchor in Margaret Bay for the night. Just in time for anchor snaps on Mediterraneo.