Yesterday was quite a day. As you know by now Al and Nelda claim we were invaded by blood thirsty bats. Then about noon. Jack showed up. Jack was a Sparrow. We were about 100 miles off shore so he wasn't much of a navigator, or we were a lot closer to shore than we thought? The next few hours were spent trying to get Jack to eat and drink. He did drink a little water and at a few crumbs of Trisscots but in the end all he really did was poop on the boat about 6 times. When he had had enough of us he flew off. I think we were much closer to land than we thought. We had our best 24 hours of sailing on the trip. THe seas were pretty mello and the wind was just in the right place. That surprised us as the forecast called for light winds. To balance things out the weather gods have given us 20kt winds right on the nose this morning. Not even a hint of that in the forecast. The boat is lurching up and down and pounding into the waves. We have 24 miles to go and it is going going to take us all day. Instead of 6 kts we are only going 3. Bang bang bang.