This day ends as it had begun. A sunset to compete with sunrise. All day we have idled under the Zero and full main, the clouds sailing overhead paying us no heed. We have not been plagued with their usual companions, gusts and showers. It has been our easiest day in months.

I took full advantage of the conditions to bake bread, air out socks and shirts, dry the drogues and their rodes, and shake out blankets. When I started, the difference in air quality between outside and inside was startling and just shy of offensive. By the time I had worked my down to airing out socks, the difference had dwindled to this side of barely noticeable. Like the frog slowly boiled not noticing the gradual increase in water temperature, the fetid interior had become that way over the long sail through the Southern Ocean.